Mateo
Champagne, cocaine, gasoline
and most things in between
and most things in between
"Mi scusi, I can confirm that he definitely has testicles," Mateo objects, as if defending Everest is a lot more important than anything he might be trying to achieve himself. But now the guy is calling him a little bitch and spitting at his feet, and honestly Mateo's hands are getting tired (from gesticulating, you understand) and his stomach smarts a bit from getting all sliced up.
"Well we cannot all be quivering pussies like you," he points out with a narrowing of his eyes, looking the man up and down and letting his hands fall to his sides. Ever's voice is enough to have him stepping towards the interior of the tavern, where of course there's an audience watching them. "Go on, git."
"Well we cannot all be quivering pussies like you," he points out with a narrowing of his eyes, looking the man up and down and letting his hands fall to his sides. Ever's voice is enough to have him stepping towards the interior of the tavern, where of course there's an audience watching them. "Go on, git."
I roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
a pack of Camels and a smoke alarm
