I had finished the milk, today, so I went down to the bar below to buy it. Given my precarious mental state, did not surprise me grab a pack of cigarettes to pay, but it made me smile the same. More for a chat than anything else, I pointed out to the bartender: "I wanted to pay you in cigarettes." and he laughingly says, "It should be fine, smoking 40 Marlboro a day!" To me falls the jaw, while I think of the guilt that I do myself, when three in the morning arriving at 10-12, and the bartender goes on to say that it had already stopped once (me three) and have not smoked for 17 years (me more than a year and a half).
Isadora: "And then you again? But Are you crazy? "
Bartender: " It 'was when I went up in smoke (giustappunto) marriage. I felt that my life was over, and then, what difference did it or not smoke? "I wanted to die . The fact is that then passes. Do not believe it, but it is past. Even when I was then taken back with another lady, and it ended badly there too, but that time I suffered and I felt that my life was again over. But it is past that time also. Now I know, if you're sick, then I'll pass. You just wait. Life does not end for these things. Life ends when you die. "
Even when a bartender tells you about the style of Invernizio Carolina, to feel you're in complete silence, but when the lips that bind 40 Marlboro a day, stuff that not even the cowboy of Marlboro advertising themselves I smoked so many (and died of cancer, I think), there is a sudden wisdom that chicken, you just have to bow his head clutching your bottle of semi-skimmed milk from a quart, and go home to think about.
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