Life outside the Spectrum - Today I bought myself a SecondHande a brand new jacket!

             JACKET

(C) Flexx



  Today I bought myself a SecondHande a brand new jacket! She
won my heart. This is the best jacket I had ever worn. On the 
back is embroidered with red thread "Reebok". And this very 
good company. Least because the firm poshila this beautiful 
jacket. 

  A whole year I saved up for this jacket. I'm not wasting so 
much time. I worked for thirty cents a week. And this jacket -

My most expensive purchase. Teper, I'll wear her whole life.
Oh, how nice to have just such a jacket. It has two pockets! In
these pockets, I put the stones that have collected on the 
seashore. I'll be in the evening to pull out these stones and 
in debt to admire them. And then put it back in his favorite 
jacket and clothe it. Yes, I'll put these precious pockets all 
their wrappers! 

  It's so nice! And in my new jacket is wadded podstezhka on 
shiny buttons! With this podstezhkoy no frost in winter are not 
terrible. And in the summer it saves you from direct sun Rays! 
It was a miracle-jacket. 

  A month later I was the accumulation of money and buy myself 
a hood for this jackets. After all, every night I go into this 
very SecondHand and I admire this hood. And so long dreaming, 
not to notice how I shouted: "Shop is closed!" Hey You! "Fool!" 
You've half-day here you are! ". Again, I go home full of 
dreams of This glorious hood.


  But perhaps I'll come back to the story of his jacket. This 
is the most wonderful thing in the world! And, perhaps it bore 
some very nice man. He has a lot of money. Therefore, he

can afford such luxury. He is a billionaire! He banks on
account the hundreds of billions. He often rests in Hawaii, he 
has a lot of girls. The most beautiful girl in the world! And 
the girls are crazy him. And because girls like baleen men, it 
is necessary mustached man. He has blue eyes, he was blond. 
Walks in the gray shorts, but is limping on his left foot - 
trauma experienced in childhood. He is a big fan of collecting 
butterflies and just drags by Elvis Presley. As a child, his 
mother always told him: "Well enough have to watch these 
Teletubbies! You have nineteen!. "He loves children, and his 
big red machine. And bolshoybolshoy closet full of the same 
jackets. Lots and lots of jackets. But the one I'm wearing, 
best of all! 

  She was very dear to him, and he said to himself that if he 
again begins to drink heavily, then he will have to part with 
this jacket. But bad luck has played a cruel joke on him. He 
drank as pig, and agreed to sell drugs drunk.


  A few years later he became a drug lord. Behind him stood a 
staggering number of homicides. It was he who killed my 
grandfather War! He is a fascist! Nit! Such as cancer, he 
should be shot in the town square.


  And I'm not going to wear that stupid jacket, whether it
damned! I'd freeze from the cold than I will wear it! Exactly!
I tear it into small pieces. First, tear off the sleeves, then 
disposal gate, tear off those nasty pockets and padded 
podstezhku seldom scissors, I will lay it across the room, so 
it was a lot of fluff. Then gather it all in a pile and burn 
them in the yard together with leaves. 


                        Farewell, jacket!