THE MILLENNIUM, PROSTITUTES, MARIGUANA AND FATUOS FUEGOS.
When the twenty-first century was born, on the first of the year 2000, four friends left at midnight to sit on the wall in front of the Legislative Palace, to watch the fireworks.
People passed in groups, many with bottles of alcohol and singing and we greeted each other with wishes of happiness.
There was mixed music from the apartments of the buildings decorated with lights.
Two prostitutes arrived, they drank our cider or beer and we chatted.
One of them smoking tells me:
-You want marijuana?
-No, thanks, I don't smoke.
“You're going to smoke.” And I blow a huge puff of smoke in my nostrils.
There a prostitute fell in love with Orlando Vicente and a long and intricate life story began.
Leon Legazcue.
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