Hard core manga

Close Encounters of the worst kind

PART 1
To go home every day around 18 minutes less than minute, step by Cappello. Music in my ears and try to briskly move quickly away, in itself busy with pedestrians and tourists chasing umbrellas that block the passage.
Yesterday was a few minutes more so than someone who wants me to stop and ask for the tenth time that I read books, there is also a guy from Greenpeace.
with the guys I'm not going to Greenpeace very well. Mind you, not with the idea, right, or the association itself, but just with the guys. I do not know why but they always manage to make me think that if it was like to try to convince them I'd be the first to settle pandas and whales. I think it's just the way they want you to get insistent that they do things well and you have to help them.
a testament to their insistence, typical of some extremist factions of the afterlife, the guy in question, despite my obvious attempts wriggling reaches me and try to stop me. In a hurry and already pissed off enough of his presence (yes, the streets are very bad, bordering on the aggressive and shit) do not even listen to his proposals and I say, with unexpected kindness, "No thanks, I do not care." To which he, clinging to what I do not know, instead of cash and give up, says: "What, one like you?".
"Someone like you, who?", I think, and say, continuing the journey: "Yes, exactly."
Accelero and leave it there, growling without looking back.
few meters and sighted one of her colleagues placed more or less a half away. Same green bib and air sinstroide for fashion.
She, too, in spite of my tried and tested techniques to hide behind a pair of elderly foreign tourists, did not give up and joins me.
But I play up front: "No way. We've exhausted your partner behind. Good luck, boys. "You, perhaps surprising, perhaps tired, lets go and gives birth to only a forlorn hope of an equal level of response.
Among the shocked and annoyed cover the last meters until you reach the entrance of the square which leads the way. behold the surprise.
Apparently accustomed to frequent rejection, as Greenpeace did not give up and placed third element between me and my purpose. Another girl in green and inquisitorial approaches do with almost met ("Aha! This Brinch it!).
Without even looking I spit in his face something like "0 to 3, sorry! Hello." More incredulos offended that the young do not understand and asks: "0 out of 3!?". But now it's late and I m more ...

PART 2
today about the same time, maybe a few less minutes, reviewing for the same route. Those of Greenpeace will be there, I'm sure. Difficult than their sedentary healthy stalking, yesterday was a case. And indeed there are.
But there are a lot of people in front of Fnac!
People ... A careful examination are young, kids, tweens and parents in tow.
What are they doing here? Fnac is a classic meeting place for children in middle age / early high school, but in the morning, when you skip school and that is the closest point and interesting, not to 18.30. And then there are also adults.
study the situation: young people (especially girls fake alternatives), and many adults lost some pimply bothered. Since it is not season it will balance the other, I think. But what? Often in his home
Fnac forum aperitif time people from the world of music, literature and entertainment, but usually it is unattractive for young artists of that age.
I figure it, miraculously my standards, I am curious and try to eavesdrop entries and comments without, indeed, discover special utilli. Then within the store in search of illustrative cupon. I do not see and go out.
But then curiosity gripped me and tried again. Return from another door and I see them. The brochure with the program this month. E per day April 8 is the answer to my questions.
At their April 8, there are: the Sonhora!! With a grin
between amusement and the compassionate me vanished.