Two months later...

Oh... It's good to be back motherfuckers. No time to explain the reasons of my absence. Aligned and conscient. Stone free. It feels good to be human. Not a viruz, nor an asshole. An actual good person/ human being. Watching Anthony Bourdain's show here in Portugal, reminded me of so many things, specially of how special is to be Portuguese. This week was terribly emotional, envolving death, and visiting dead people. When a man decides to face his own ghosts, he can call himself a ''man with balls''. So let's cut to the chase.

In two months nothing changed but me. And it's fucking awesome. And it's so good to say '' I told you so '' to so many people... And the best part of this shit is they told it to themselves, and it brings me a whole lot of joy. I'm going to confess something. There is something I say to every woman I meet, just because it eventually becomes reality. "I'm nothing but a ''new toy'' "- I use to say. And normally they can't understand what that means. And I explain: ''when you have a new toy, you use it, and then get tired of it. of course you like my jokes now, and all my pacience, my ability to talk, listen, to love, to care, to fuck... In a few days, months, all that will be gone. And you'll start hating the "routine of awesomeness" that is having a guy like me with you". So having that, I wonder what kind of a jerk I am... Because I love women. I love treating women right. I would fucking put you all in a pedestal... But I can't. You all want your facebook pages, talking private conversations in public posts like stupid attention whores. Putting mirror pics, and pics of your thongs saying that it's perfectly normal to have such pictures in the internet. And I'm just an old fashioned guy, I love to see your nude pics, but don't think I could ever love you. Because you're a whore. I would definitely fuck you. I'd never love you. I'd bet my cock in this shit. And it scares the shit out of me, because I'm not that old, and... Is this the kind of women we're bringing to this new millenium? It's fucking 2012, the millenium is still new. I miss real people. With real problems. I'm so sick of this constant portuguese whining. I'm doing something about my dificulties...Are YOU doing something? And at this point, it's important to understand I'm not even talking specifically of the socio-economical crisis, because if you consider yourself an observer, you can fucking notice that this shit is all connected. And I want a better world for my daughter. And that's the bottom line.