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Chronicles of a Hipster Muffin
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I went to the Air Show in Cleveland, A-10 tank destroyers, Thunderbirds and Bradley Tanks...The Army was there with his favorite logo: "The army of One", I don't know you but this slogan remembers me the last Pokemon movie...
Vamos vamos, ke nos vamoos!
 
Live winks
I know that maybe I am mumbling, but sometimes looks like live smiles to you...So I was driving back home one of this boring days, when suddenly, the bus before me wink at me...What the hell is written up there in the bottom right of that bumper?!¿?!

Maybe only the fanatic gamers will notice the detail...sorry
 
Pooches like to drool
There are certain moments in your life where everything can change in matter of seconds. They are called "fine lines".Some of this moments do happen and your live blows away…normally for bad. But some other critical events may happen but somehow don’t.
I experienced one of the latest with my friend Johnny. It was long time ago, after the Cedar point trip (check July month). We were coming back from funland and it was dark. We left the freeway and in a secondary shady road a guy came out from nowhere. Was he crossing the road thru the pedestrian walk? Of COURSE not! Josh, the copilot, spot it immediatelly: Johnny johnny! Watch out!!…look that, look that idiot!! Johnny, that drives like Luke Skywalker in a X-Wing fighting AT-AT walkers, changed course and I suddenly woke up from my micro-nap. Then, I contempated the thrilling of the moment. The second. The apex. Like bullet-time in Matrix. The guy was just doing a J-walk and giving a shit about the the cars driving around him. He was clearly in our collission trajectory, was he drunk? Was he crazy? Was he suicidal? Thanks to God we avoid him. Of course no body answered our questions and he disappeared as he showed up. Nothing happened, live continued smoothly.
Did the guy shout or just turn back? No. This is hard to imagine, but try to believe that we literally passed like 20 or 30 cm away from his butt…and the pal even bothered to turn his head back. He just continued to cross like if a butterlfy had done it. “what if I didn’t change trajectory”? asked Johnny to me when our adrenaline was again down and we were parking in my house, “Well”, I answered “we will surely not be here now, the muzzle of your car would definitively be wrecked, your face sprinkled with glass and the guy would have been propelled like 20 meteres in the air like a puppet and would now lay down with his neck broke or already death”. This was one of this un-happened momements that change your life forever. One of this moments you will only recall in your memory and live in the imaginary world.

My friend Johnny studying Immunology in a midnight bar ;)