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on a park bench he sits off a guy named Frank. Is mulling over something important: its expiration date.
- Lord forgive me, - says Frank to a man who is coming to take her son - how does it feel to be a father?
The guy looks at him strangely.
- How many times have I told you not to talk to strangers?! - His father, an abusive type, scolded her child in a way his, while he denies ever having seen the poor Frank before and swears that he had not even noticed it was there.
Finally, taking the little boy by the arm, he walks toward the parking lot looks and throwing darts banner dell'incolpevole Frank, and leaving behind a trail of expletives aimed at the mother, guilty of having abandoned his son, at least in its say.
Frank took no notice. Was going through the worst time imaginable. The life's slipping away and he was only twenty.
Now he found himself there with a Yo Yo in hand, forgotten by the child who had been forgotten by the time his mother.
One thought among many, I was distressed. Will never be his father. The
his life will end very soon and he knew only that morning.
But in the end it took to become a father? It was enough to fall in love with a girl, get her pregnant, and tell her that he was leaving for a voyage without return, but before leaving, he wanted to leave behind a souvenir, just to show to posterity that had been there.
Good idea. But too long to apply. The clock is ticking. And the deadline is approaching.
had to develop another solution. After all, what he needed to procreate? Love? It was not necessary. The weather? Yes, but not for more than a fuck. And the third thing, which is essential, to impregnate a woman.
- Excuse me has seen my son? Come on up, the Yo Yo that is holding her, so do not be dumb.
Good. The woman had arrived. Timely, as if it were a gift to fulfill his wish.
- lady Come, sit down.
- I have no time. At this time my husband will be in the car waiting, and also a lot of pissed off. Where is my son kicked out? He was here until five minutes ago!
Frank thinks fast. It makes a strange grin. Finally, change the tone of voice.
- If you sit here, ma'am, do not you will never see again.
The mother, with cheeks the color of the sun at dusk, began to become clear as the morning, he had lived almost all night in an instant.
He sat down. Tame.
- See lady ...
Making extensive use of the imagination, Frank began a speech where he talked about business, money, international organizations, ending the monologue recounting some strange guys who frequented the park, always in search of freshly bloomed flowers.
- But with money you can always fix everything, - Frank concluded.
The mother, in a faint voice, said he had only adjustable rate mortgages .. and children to feed.
- what you would be willing to do for his son? A look
eloquent, was the response that included every possibility.
And so it was that Frank, brandishing the phone like the thread that kept alive his son, came accompanied by the lady in the bathroom of the park, where you do everything possible to deserve the life of his son.
Frank did not know if this would be enough to leave a descendant, but was satisfied the same, and then stood to the covenant. He went with the lady at the parking lot, where more than half an hour looking for the father and son reckless mother who had left the baby for five minutes alone in the park.
The mother rushed to his son, hugging him. The father rushed to the mother, but not exactly for the same reason.
Frank, no hurry, enjoying the scene apart and at least for a moment forgot his date, keeping the mind busy thinking about how sometimes, when life is dying out, another can born in a urinal ...

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A baby Jack standing there alone at the table. Her mother has abandoned recently. It 'been completely dried. Jack Daniel's label had written. For this the children bear his name.
one man as his last drink, he sat at the bar, waiting for someone.
Any one was fine.
"Hi, my name is Jack, like my whiskey." Jack said the first client who is stationed at the counter next to him.
"I have just been left by the girl."
The customer asked him if he drank to forget ... but Jack said he was celebrating. And attacked the disc with the story.

When Jack wanted to be left by a girlfriend who was standing too close now, had a commanding technique.
once.
love for him was basically practice terribly monotonous and repetitive, bordering on the ridiculous.
"Just think of two dogs in the street ..." Jack said, "usually make you smile a bit 'all while they love. I wonder if we humans in their eyes we are so different ... "
And at that point, Jack liked to explain his theory of evolution.
"If once to 4 feet as they walked, and then we went to two, there must be an improvement from an amateur point of view." And with that, Jack wanted to ... "fuck".
His girlfriend heard him turn always a bit 'lost. At least not until you passed a practical example. At that point, everything was much clearer.
no need for repetition.
The last stage of human evolution coincided, according to Jack, in achieving the ability to initiate and conclude the act of love in one movement.
"One shot," he said. "Like a nice glass of whiskey."
"Only women sip. The real men if they do it all at once. "
This analogy between the whiskey and women, for Jack was an inseparable link.

"Hey Jack, I always liked the real men," said the customer sitting at the bar with him. It was a woman customer. It was sorbed this original story told by a guy a po'speciale.
"So Jack," she said, flashing a cigarette held between two languid red lips, "this is your lucky night. If you do not like drinking too much, as you say, and you're a real man ... I know that I have nothing against that. In fact, I can also do the thirty percent discount ... "