Letter Showing Community Service Was Done

Order in the Court first will jump .... Satyr and Fucino

- No!

- then you jump.

- Nor.

- why?

- I can not swim.

- Hahahaha. That does not matter, in the fall will kill you!

probably was not the best (who is the best?), But it was my favorite.

one day (should I have 15 years) crossed the border in my neighborhood to go to San Blas cinema to see "The Sting." Y that day I decided that Newman represented everything I wanted to be, and that was my favorite actor, and that the coup was the best movie I have ever shot.

And in this quarter century, much has changed. I hardly recognize the person he was. But one teenager Sales and writes this to you thought the same about Newman.

And I, then and now, movie buff and pathological liar, I found something that had touched Bogart, Grant, Brennan, Widmark, Lemmon or Cagney. I met Paul Newman and his blue eyes, and how far it was the stereotypical Hollywood star, and how nice that was, and tomato sauce. And the fifty eggs bet Cool Hand Luke, and Rocky Graziano in Somebody Up There Likes Me, and their way of escaping playing pinball in Final Verdict, and the cynical detective with the water to the neck and pool games with the fat of Minnesota.

and filled the walls of my room with his posters. And I filled my shelves of books on his life. And as there were no videos or DVDs, I had to film in cassette recorder to immortalize dialogues Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. And I was glad to be left handed, like Newman in Billy the Kid.

And dreamed of leaving everything and go to Bolivia to fulfill the last wish of Butch Cassidy and Richard Shaw cheat, or leave stupid face to Charles Durning, or to kiss Pier Angeli. Or that one day I was able to write sparkling dialogue such as Torn Curtain.

So I can not keep writing because today, I, I died a little.

Rest in peace, Paul. You have left an indelible mark on my soul. You have been the best of my life.

Trigger Flashes Finally, A Book That Gets It....

do pé do coello ....

Let's leave the bases for proper seating. I can not stand people who are given around the clock on your wrist and do nothing about it.

With this statement, and considering I have not much time to update the blog, try to the point.

THROUGH CHINESE, A MANU AND THE KURT COBAIN CHARRO!

As you can guess by the title of the blog, I spent a week in Galicia. In particular A Coruña Area. And also to make contact with a city that is a delight (for pretty well organized for and by the Atlantic) have given us authentic culinary honors. And some of these tributes, thanks to the advice of Chinita, Manu and Paco.

Chini, ideal death dinner overlooking the sunset As Garzas. Beautiful surroundings, beautiful restaurant and great food. The grilled octopus in rice and turbot. Of course Ribeira Sacra (Algueira). Insurmountable.

Paco, O Gato Nero in Santiago de Compostela is the kind of sites worth visiting. If you are a gourmet, but in addition to the good. That is, you know where good food and pleasant environment go hand in hand but are neither posh nor fashion or design or heck. Olé for you: bareto cutrecillo somewhat, with toilet of squatting for more water and platforms to set foot hole and impossible to miss unless you are the embodiment of Parkinson's (called "Turkish Cup this, or did I dream ?), small bar, calendar and fan Virgin. But with an eel pie that I remember her eyes moistening. Ribeiro And Drinking china carallo, and leaving the jar on the table.

And in that line, Manu, the Tira do Cordel in Finisterre. Here I did grilled clams and cockles preceding a grilled sea bream. Repeated Ribeira Sacra. Beautiful beach full of shells ....

would continue talking about the gambling dens or grilled seafood behind Maria Pita, but do not want to bore you. .... Well yes, that nose! A couple of additional comments:

I turned to the food and ate Cedeira Marraxo that pa that we understand, is a shark. Tad bland, but I liked. Actually poor sharks. For 17 species that can be dangerous to humans, there are over 40 that are harmless.

After running Jart in Marbella I noticed I have not run. I'm back in town and mine and I'm eyeing the gym, but with this that I start in October, I'm getting like a pig. In fact already beginning to have mental problems. I start to look like the Fat Bastard of Austin Powers "and because I'm unhappy and I'm unhappy because as".

Reflection: a cannibal with cholesterol and triglyceride levels above normal "human beings improve eating only vegetarian? Think about it. Changing

Topic: I hate Celtic music. I hate it so much that the launch and subsequent explosion of a Tomahawk missile in full Ortigueira festival, far from a disgrace, it could be a sort of natural selection. Total, who likes Celtic music? Let's be honest: it is a real pain in the ass. I bet none of the visitors of this blog has such bad taste. How much will a cd of Enya or Plantxy but clearly in error. And some tape (before turn musicassette to miss the end) of Gwendal. Full stop. In fact I have serious doubts whether the Celtic musicians. In any case, who likes Celtic music generally falls into one of these groups:

a) Colegota (male) with dreadlocks and hole in the ear of those we have now is not a hole in the ear but a sort of purse with wooden edges that can be quiet a Studebaker. Break arcades. Something halfway between Jesus Cifuentes and Melendi.
b) Colegota (female) such as pants but her ass karate low, horizontal striped shirt and purple predominating haircut Jarrai. Something between lesbian look, clothes and Paco Clavel market. Aro nostril. Ring in the eyebrow. Piercing the ball out of the chin. Pellet pierced tongue. In short, the appearance of the skin does not receive a sponge bath gel from on April 20, 1990, hello flat as you are ...
c) Pilgrims jug (unisex) to Santiago, but the crappy. Of those who have bought the kit pilgrim (see shell, squash, balls and stick in a backpack with large amounts of Seville mortadella, olives and that with minimal supplies of underwear). They usually have only a beard and no mustache (in Abraham Lincoln but plan around a hundred). They do muuuuuucho who do not wash your hair and nails are too short. Well, actually the bite.

d) People with some kind of hearing problem / rhythmic / sensory.

Okay, I'm in bad milk. Is it because practically I stopped smoking? Yes, I have gone from blond American pack a day for 2-3 cigars per day Vegafina vanilla. What is this mariquitiqui smoking? Absolutely. No objection.

Final Reflections: To date I have not found a hand dryer in the tiger in the cafeteria, bar or restaurant of the moment that does not have a cigarette burn on top.

The photo, taken in the church of San Xulian in Ferrol. Church ugly, ugly city, ugly form. My grandfather was from there ... ..