"I do not know where you live or what to do. I know nothing. Someone told me that she married a millionaire psychiatrist who lives in the Cape Cod and has gained a lot. I do not know I fell into a depression that lasted years. It was terrible and I do not remember the time, depressed, angry, mad, confused, drunk all day, no food, no money, claustrophobic, with suicidal intentions, every day I tuning to a different black. Sometimes they beat me crabs. The searching among the most vulgar and prosaic in my neighborhood. I like to hit when it was stuck and they were held back with my sadism. Perhaps that was what saved me: the drinking, women, release anger, throwing it all to hell, do not expect anything from anybody. And writing. At dawn, drunk, wrote stories of everything that happened to me. It was great fun. And kept going. And here I am. "
" ... Twenty years have passed. From here I look at that stage of my life and I am amazed at how easy it is to achieve and maintain a high level of stupidity. I have no choice: I am now a bunch of doubts and uncertainties of all kinds. Sometimes accumulate so I get to the absolute bewilderment. "
* Pedro Juan Gutierrez. The Insatiable Spiderman . Barcelona: Anagram. 2002. 211 p.
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