Bentley

And so, a man wakes up in the morning and looks out the window...some dark shadow seems to hang over his soul, he is in agony, he screams at those closest to him, he furiously hits a spider crawling on the wall...he looks outside at his Punto - a contemporary of the Cranberries and depressive thoughts with a suicidal flavor suddenly come to his brain, that full coma.

Why? 

Because he doesn't have a Bentley, and a station wagon version at that, so that he can transport a bag of cement even a truck across the fast lane of the highway to...oh wait, if he had a Bentley he wouldn't have to transport a bag of cement anywhere...and a bag of money maybe!? Yes...great! A bag of money...and he'll count it at night before going to bed, stacks of 100 euros right before he fucks that girl who doesn't give a damn about him, the blonde one over there...

He'll just show her what a man he is, just to get rich, that's all he has... shushhh.

He doesn't know how or when the desperate need for the Bentley came to him, but the need is already here and here to stay, it has made a nest in the man's imagination and sits like a lazy cat in front of the stove.

And so, suffering and grumpy, he goes to work to argue with his boss who owes him three months of salary, three times two hundred - six hundred euros, and the bills don't ask... coming to the door of the company, he takes a breath and goes in. Seeing him, the boss smiles forcefully and says to him `Good morning boss, how are you boss, what are we going to do today, how is the wife? Is she okay, huh? Well, fine... and the little boy...?`

He doesn't even make a sound from the imagined argument and a resolute raised tone with which he would demand his money for the work done. He says to himself `"Is almost nothing at least something?" i mean so many people are unemployed, so why should I whine now?" And so, frowning, towards the end of the working day, the boss appears with the good news that it would be nice to stay for another two hours, since he got a call from Demonistan that the vehicle would arrive or something like that...in this way, the boss cruelly interrupted the vision of the Bentley that had come into action in our hero's mind, and it was a vision in High Definition, an incredible resolution, he could even recognize the pigeon droppings on the Bentley's windshield.

(By Roger Mortis, 038)