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Frank Railey era un uomo come tanti.
In 42 anni di vita onesta era riuscito a conquistarsi la poltrona di vice direttore della filiale della Bank of America in his neighborhood.
was not married, he considered too costly and demanding life as a family man with a mortgage still to pay and many habits to be met. Its existence
proceeded slowly and without emotion: the beer Wednesday night with two old friends from high school, on Saturday at Giants Stadium, sometimes even unable to go to the movies, but only on Sundays.
His refrigerator was an example of perfect order, with all the bowls of interlocking portions.

He had never had trouble with the law, not even a fine for no parking, so it is not a little surprised when they ordered him to be in the center that morning in September. Thus
Frank came to know of the existence of another Frank Railey, totally different from him: it was a special agent infiltrated the mesh in a very dangerous criminal organization.
Frank was reconvened for the next day, we needed further investigation, he had even heard of a possible change of identity.

Frank went out early that morning, he needed a little 'time to reflect. He decided to cross the desert park yet.
After a couple of minutes he heard himself called, turned around when the shot exploded.

We do not know how, but Frank was able to understand what was going on, even for a moment he seemed to see the bullet stopped in midair.
"Here we are," thought "now I will pass your whole life ahead, like in the movies." Frank
then concentrated, even a smile hinted beforehand.
But nothing happened, the most absolute emptiness.

The bullet performed his duty in admirable fashion.

As Frank falls to the ground, the killer was already gone.
"I said that I should have been a mole in the middle," he thought while running away "we could never put a face to that bastard Frank Railey, otherwise."

Bmx Shops Open Sundays

I started to watch TV! Early closing

Uh, the cleaning lady keeps coming, I wonder if you still remember me ...

"Er .. is allowed? Hi, this is what was there before, for a while 'I was not there. Can I help you? Thank you. "

Man, nothing has changed. Not a bit 'of accumulated dust, after the lady will give a substantial tip.
apper, some comments keep coming, that dear ... um ... I almost answer. I do, short or long version? Oh well, go for a middle ground.

Over the past two months I turned on the computer a dozen times, and mostly just to check the mail. This thing has been a radical change in the habits of my last two years, until shortly before the holidays usually came home from work, via his jacket off your shoes, pee and Power PC. Indeed, often via the jacket, computer and then pee.

Most of my evenings in the past two months, it is instead reduced to a magnificence post dinner with a brain in the off position and, what is worse, watching television. No no, I will not speak ill of the TV, it would be like shooting the red cross, I just wanted to say that I did not before, not I liked it, and then, after a while ', I began to wonder why.

There is also to say that the various changes in routine was accompanied by a sense of malaise, restlessness background, an incessant hum, an enhanced pre apathy -holiday, something that made me say, "Fuck, the period of adolescence, I spent a while ', the post adolescent crisis is only a memory, the second adolescence of the 26 years I have metabolized completely, I will not mica inaugurating a new branch adolescent syndrome? "
And so, as my usual, instead of trying to get out, maybe trying to meet "new people" (I recommend highly popular), I peg away to seek the reasons for all this, my rationality began to devastate devastating.

The introspective self-analysis, however, has been slow to bear fruit: the sofa improved adaptation to my gorgeous body in direct proportion to my not understanding an emeritus cabbage. There were people who told me: "Look, do not mean you have to give an explanation for everything" ... hehe, just, just, but not for me. And, like any self-respecting psychoanalysis, I moved to my back over recent history (I say recent, I have not spoken to children ...) in an attempt to identify changes, but are not recognized.
I was on the right track. In fact, after a few days, the light.
I noticed, among other things was not so difficult, that from 'the beginning of this year my life has completely stopped, motionless. Same job, same house, same (wonderful) friends, the same (unqualified) love life, the same (relative) financial security, the same machine, same habits, same beach, same sea ... you give me the latter was too inviting.
Insomma, la tanto agognata, da altri, vita stabile e tranquilla mi sta prosciugando, mi sta rendendo un tutt’uno col divano. E non ci sono dubbi, fino a nove mesi fa la mia vita era sempre stata tutto un girare, cambiare, tastare, gustare.

A questo punto, mi son detto, ho davanti altri due possibili verbi: uno è accettare, l’altro è rivoluzionare. Più qualche variabile intermedia che sicuramente c’è, ma che devo ancora identificare.

Ci penserò su e vi farò sapere, e non venite subito a dirmi rivoluzione! che è troppo facile.

Comunque, nel frattempo, ho ricominciato a scrivere.