People of the VC-MP community...
It is very weird to share your personal life on the net, but I frankly dont care... I need help...
Last night was a melancolic one... in a party, one that belonged to the person I like the most.
Not being able to speak to that person because of family issues, I was forced to drown myself of beer and marijuana. There was to have a very important MC come down to the ghetto I live, but the police blocked any chances. And so I was utmostly forced to participate in this fiesta... I expected to be forced in anyways...
Her brother, my best friend. My brother-in-law? Of that he was called. A young brunette, that fell in love with me, and that captured my attention deeply daily. After her mother knew of us two she had a fit. Actually, when my best friend heard of it he also rioted. But eventually he knew nothing could be done, and told me he would rather have me than a drug dealer, thief, or cheap hustler, for a brother-in-law... Conformed with it.
Trouble surrounded his life and all those around him. Same happened to me... so we ocassionally helped each other with solutions... He knows me better than most and vice versa.
Saturday afternoon her mother said she would have a chat with me, and that her eyes are on full attention to what went on. In the evening, an embargo from the police and the news was spread. The MC would not show up... The party was the only other alternative.
My motorcycle: a gateway for transport, helped to fill the party with beer. On we went, along with all friends of mine, to a drunken happiness and hilarity till the night became day. Funny things happened, and the brief amount of time I could take to look at the teenage girl life of the party, tore me apart. Especially when she looked back at me...
Music took the air, all my friends telling me to talk to my mother-in-law about it, taking in the account that she was drunk. Timid, I just couldnt find the courage and promised the other day to have the chat. To top it all off, a catastrophic ending with a joint of weed smoked by me and two other friends. The story of the two brothers who commanded crime in the region, told by the third younger brother who survived crime, was told. And then a sudden collapse of power hit me.
My motorcyle is lowered. I removed the springs last monday and on this saturday I would put em back on. But I didnt have all the tools necessary, so Matheus (a motorcycle genius who was born one day before I was) said Sunday he would help.
I looked at my watch and it was 8 am, time to go. My mother would be extremely worried already, so I had to get there in a hurry.
I was so high on alcohol and marijuana that a few blocks down I hit some heavy bumps on the road. Going very fast without any kind of suspension attached, the motorcycle loosened my hands from the steering and I was thrown from it, in a very deserted sunday morning. I got up okay, the helmet saved my life. Marks of asphault made clear on my hand, shoulder, and kneecaps...
My motorcycle destroyed, with some good money worth of damage. Lucky enough to have God gift me the miracle of surviving this.
Today, I found the power to get out of my house and find myself in the place my friends all gather and have my best friend supporting me. He would help me pay the damage since we both are the ones who benefit from the motorcycle. Extremely fortunate.
I did not have the courage to speak to her mother yet, knowing she's very tempered but reminding she does not treat me badly regardless of what happens... always reminding me that she is watching..
What should I do, gentlemen...
