LomoGoldo
Yes, I know, I mess up my face. My bad, some bad experience with car, not on your watch for sure. As always. C'mon, I know what you're thinking. You were always saying the same exact thing to me. You never had a bad word for anyone, but for me. You always kept saying me I was a failure, that I was always messing around, doing stupid things, making you pay for the things I broke no matter it was another car, another school door... whatever. But there was a point when you had faith on me. Don't deny it, you had it - he puts a hand over his eyes and sights. Then, he continues - you had faith on me. The problem is I don't care if I fail to you now. I'm sorry but I don't care. Me, my personality, my character, what makes me... I'm the result of the enviroment I had to deal with all the days at home. As simple as that. You probably though that it was for the better. And now I love myself. Be sure I do it. I don't blame you for creation. Just the opposite, I love myself just as the education and manners you give to me have create me. The problem is that the person that is the result of that education is not the kind of person you like. And that is why you lost the faith on me. It does not has to do with what I want, it has to do with what YOU want - he takes some weed from its pocket and start rolling a joint with one hand, while in the other he continues hanging a cigarette - At the beginning I was annoyed you know, I was young, I wanted to give you what I received during my...how can we say... creation, development? whatever. The fact is that I do wanted to match your expectations but I quickly gave up. It was too late and it was pointless. I took my chances and left home.

I don't blame you for anything you did when you had the chance to choose my education, dad. I love you. I do, I know that you don't believe me but I truly love you. In my way. As I told you, I feel nothing but gratitude that I got to grow up as you designed although the outcome wasn't what you expected. But don't blame me because I didn't match your expectations. Blame yourself. Shouldn't parents be happy if their boys are happy? Sure thing. But you were selfish as fuck dad, selfish as fuck. Just as I am right now. It's your most important heritage. The most important thing you ever gave to me. - he points at his head - See these wounds? See the wounds from another stupidity I made? Their scars are a heritage that a car accident will give me. And trust me, they are painful, they are very painful, but I like them. And I like how they were created. I'm proud of them. Be sure I won't blame them, the opposite of what you did with your scar-son. Anyway, now I'm a grow up man who can impart some classes to his grumpy old dad.So be happy. Be happy, there in your tomb... oh... What occurs? You're dead

A life of straightness and see where it has brought you. You never drank a single beer, you never smoke one single cigarrete, nor a joint, obviously, always fit, always doing sports and everything, hanging out with friends healthy style and everything, saving money for a fabulous trip to Alburquerque where you have some friends, and suddenly, out of nowhere, whatever stupid desease drags you to death. - he smiles and continue its smooth speech - And the son who didn't follow your steps is alive... accomplishing his objectives, who is not fit at all, but competes as a real pro wrestler, a real sportsman... who have money for going to Alburquerque as much as he wants but he's too busy spending that money on drugs... that son is alive. Enjoying the life. And you're not.

- he gets up, ending its rolling of the joint -

- the image fades to black -

I don't choose black or white, I choose grey
I'm not led by feelings, I'm led by reasons