I come, I'm Rafael Conde Pacheco, but my friends call me "Compa", set of words that made a smartass neighbor in my neighborhood. Could have been worse, because there are lots of nicknames bastards here, so I stayed with it. I have twenty-three years and many shots pegao, though not literal but it clear this is a way of speaking, as a say but without the like. Although the day we slipped into the garden of the old man to steal the plums, I was little, but not really shot to which I refer. I'm a bit around the bush, but the graduate pull me the other day, so you can not ask the impossible.
As I was saying, the presentation, I am a normal guy, with normal things, its normal stories and nothing different from other kids. I'm unemployed (I hope I briefly because Resumes sent to many places). Now I have no girlfriend, I do not tie anyone until you have some money saved, but I'm doing my first steps with Chavalit. I have three brothers, two sisters and a good brother, but all have left home. So I just stayed home, my parents, my grandfather and me.
I imagine that if someone reads this will ever be asked to write the hell am nothing if not different from the rest, but everything comes because of a girl in class. We started to get some other weekend, we had fun, we stood, f. .., God, may be swearing in a blog? well better leave it at that. To the Point, we went great, until the day I said he could not be that hated Internet, everyone has Facebook, twitter, tuenti, blogs or no more shit and asked me if I was too stupid to technology or more ancient than the cold. Offended me. If you do not know anything about the internet is because I left my holy hell, because to see my friends do I have to look a fucking hole in the hollow, because the internet is shit to wankers. All this I did not say, of course I am a gentleman, but never call her again and went from his face class. Then retracted and I thought, what the hell, you vouchers for all kid, you're the example of perseverance in person. So I changed some plants that had saved for a portable, easy. Nerd Fuy home from the "pajo" and taught me basics, sucked. How fucking difficult, more complicated, which cost me far more was to convince my father who had to put the Internet at home. Ever, in the kitchen wall of my house has been a board built into the wall. Never got out of the very learned to speak with gestures, and who knows, they have been invented it, so all conversations are long in the kitchen, and my father to give the pen. Come to think of it, I see where I can come the urge to write. Well it took me an entire afternoon. My father looked like Bart Simpson, "I will no internet at home, I can not internet at home, internet at home I can not ...", but in the end, my mother had to intervene and convinced him. He always does.
the end with all the material, I decided to try Facebook and a blog, the first to link the second to develop practice. As the philosopher said, "Practice is a ..." or "Anyone who plays good ..." Well you get, that I am and these are my circumstances.
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