My dad is a man extremely conservative and traditional, our different way of thinking leads to constant arguments and conflicts. There is only one issue on which my dad does not issue any opinion: my love life.
In my past can find characters like Bob, a handsome English who rode in my father's riding club. Although it was never my lover Borja officer I admired him from afar, very far because if I approached the difference in heights was done note: I drew about 10 cm. This is perfectly normal when you love someone your age to 13 years, the problem was that he was 17.
Borja's family was not among the most respected horse racing, had a reputation for bad debtors and it is precisely for this reason qu and my dad and his dad had a conflict. My dad put a lawsuit against him, that was not demeaning, humiliating him came when Bob's father responded to the demand saying that the real motive was to "avenge" his daughter, same as "sighs (ba) bitterly by an unrequited love. "The daughter in question was me.
is fair at 13 when women entered the rare stage of our lives, and yes, weird I mean what an ugly ugly? While all my friends had already moved their teeth I was just beginning, he bridle so with drooled constantly, driving even the panzota chair, lean as chicken legs and my European ancestry was noted " How? Say depilite did his best and worst business at my expense. It was at that time I developed a hatred toward the English jarocho, my dad still said nothing.
Another of my epic blunders was when at 16 I started dating a musician 8 years older. Pedro, who took a healthy relationship now (only via twitter), playing in a grunge band, was not very tall but dark, it seemed there had cut his hair in years despite not having very long, I could never understand So, using torn jeans, tennis old and gray. Arguably, Peter was a real rock star, his band called Gasoline Dissident and simple starting to sound on the radio.
As a good musician Peter co mport like a real bastard to me, his car was known among my friends as The Bastardomóvil and when my mom met him the first thing she asked was, "That is indigent? "My dad kindly greeting to Bastardín, so named Pistor (another friend), and said no more.
My last "boyfriend" I had over a year and before that I was with George, a very handsome and successful lawyer with whom everyone thought I would marry. George and I broke up because of my interest in a third party: Jaggermeister. Lately, I have no need or desire to go out with specimens, I prefer to devote my time and invest in what I like. For weeks I have resumed the drawing incorporating new techniques and topics such as cultural sabotage (Culture Jamming).
This week I gave hac er a stencil of the governor of Jalisco, Emilio González (the cutout you can see below, feel free to use) with statements incorporated by Octavio Paz. To do this I have a roll of paper that unfold on the floor in my room, then with the spray do cuout and "base." Once dry, I move to my desk where I use color pencils, pastels and pens, among other things, to give it more personality.
Today my dad came into my room just when he used the spray. He saw me, saw my "graffiti", my jeans torn, frayed and sustained and feet black because the paint and wrong destination, a bed full of books "anarchists" and felt what I feel when confronted by a washing machine, this absolute indifference and inability to return to a society "functional ".
"Maybe you should reconsider again with George. You will need the constant services of a lawyer. "He said before closing the door behind him. 
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