December arrives with all their stupidity, their parties, with the drunks and smiling, with the dead bulls with good wishes, with the championship final and decay. Excesses. As if everyone were suppressed for 11 months and found in early December, the opportunity to escape the forces almighty they are not allowed to enjoy life the rest of the year (yes, of course, as if not to leave and bebetiza partying every weekend).
Why the hell wait so long that the parties reach Quito, why count the days, why working part time, why are uploaded to the goats, so why pay more money to enter the same barsuchos each weekend, with the same people, same clothes, with the same alcohol, but with the addition of a live screaming Quito!, why so many excesses, why lose control like that?
I also have done. Also I went outside to sit in the square outside to burn as a slave in forced labor and drunk as a prisoner release. What's going dancing has been very rarely, given my limited ability to dance, well, you know, that that tough guys do not dance true. But beyond that, I think it has nothing to do with the time of year it is, just one is transformed into a very little suitable for the excesses. Old age will we step on the steps, fatigue, change of priorities, even lack of desire to get those lugarsuchos ... Or simply we are increasingly far from what we were.
But despite that and despite all excesses will never want to leave even if these same people who leave us ...
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