Old con men never die. Our smiles just fade away.

#futureweek

“Well, the accent here is better...”

I cannot believe I agreed to be dragged into this “reunion”. I hardly recognize anyone from here.

“This is because coming 22, your body slowly start to fall apart. You only get 22 and then you start to die, and some people’s brain cells or long term memory is attacked first, you know?”

#futureweek

“The queen of England, who do you think I am? Océana, still...”

#futureweek

“Absolutely!”

Explains a lot.

“How rude.”

[he smiles] “Well I found him wandering around the street and it seems like he doesn’t have an owner, at least he doesn’t have a collar…”

“Maybe he has a chip? You should take him to the vets to see if he has a chip. No you know what, actually don’t do that. We should keep him as school mascot. Does he need some water, maybe? That’s all I have, I don’t have dog food.”

Who told you that?

“Myself?”

“Because you were the first person I could find and I really need someone that could help me take care of him.”

“Aw, you could have said that right away! Where did you get this little sweetheart from?”

“Listen I want to ask her out but I need some advice from a girl where I could take her and since you’re a girl… Please?”

“And who is her?”

“I thought you were interested in hearing that story?”

“Yeah, of course, I love hearing stories that totally are not made up, yes.”

“I’m bored… And I want to talk to someone.”

“And that someone is me, I suppose?”

“We’re friends… And I thought I could tell you everything—? No?”

“Everything? If you’re about to tell me all about your sexual kinks then I’m going to pass but alright. You can try again. I might not have been listening. Sorry. Talk.”

“Because I need to know which dress is better…”

“Well if this is the case ... Do you want me to be honest or nice?”

It’s too early and your voice is too annoying for having a conversation.

“My voice is amazing.”

THROWING HER ARMS IN THE AIR, havana moved to the beat, smiling at the person in front of her. “oh, c’mon, loosen up a bit. this is a great song...” she said, shaking her head soflty. “when did you get so uptight ?”. ❞

“This is the worst song in the history of bad songs! We can’t dance to that.”

It’s so quiet here, almost too quiet.

“You don’t like the quiet?”