This day I didn´t find my car, so I took my bicycle bought in Miami and I started myself. I passed for the ice-cream shop where there were the pretty ass girls, that were flirting with the pathetic surfers of Viña. I was driving calmly, when a damned dog began to bark me. I accelerated for a dark and little street, residence of prostitutes and beggars. The dog was running increasingly nearby me. Suddenly, it jumped to attack me and I tried to kick it, without success. The result was bad: I fell down, doing big riot, with all these people looking me. When the dog saw this scene, it went out running. Fucking dog, so chilean ... so much to bark to go out running.
Por Gonzalo Ríos
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