"Even though we? did not know my taste for violence had no limits, indeed, had never asked me. Just type in key words in the search engines hate to devour pints of blood and violence in the computer monitor. No matter if they were photographs of sensationalist-like neighborhood crime or who sarcastically called passion, "not whether the images were the sum of errors between alcohol, cars and women. I wanted blood and got it instantly.
never felt disgust, or sympathy, or empathy. The more crude out the sequence of frames, my heart rate accelerated, but also fear and anxiety sweating. Nobody wants to go to a bar to trip with human heads, I think we all drink to get honest with friends, laughing, making fun of the stupidity of the day, but nobody is going to take a few drinks for that blast, or at least lift it. * No one, not the idiots who enjoy violence through a liquid crystal display.
Just a couple of times I had a gun in his hands, probably any thug will laugh at my descriptions, but it is undeniable the power off, the damn palpitations, adrenalin pure. It is impossible to suppress the desire to shoot and hit a target, whatever it is. From time to time the scenes of shootings and stupidly I assault beginning to pose as the actors gringos, I realize the level of mediocrity that I have, but it's going, nobody should care, I have the power in the hands of 45-caliber . From now on I control.
My addiction to the drug is lethal, initially deceived me with literature, but the reality is more stark and fascinating. Reports, articles, photos, blogs, twitter messages, all morbid, all online. I do not know how to blogdelnarco.com, it only takes one click to snort a bit of Mexico, several times I checked the effectiveness of twitters that warned of shootings across the country. Instant messages warning of threats and executions that would be reported with several hours of delay in the national newspapers. Any user who clicked the web content in minutes confirmed that the state and the drug are brothers twins, together, glued, Siamese State.
Before the "War on drugs" journalists forced his mind to describe executions, each style scenarios portrayed killers unusual, inhuman, cold. Gore then. Nobody would have thought that a hit 20 years or less, that it might be like us, with friends, errors with a job to do. Taxed taxes, dues, tolls ... putting other citizens. Daily life crushed any kind of fiction, even great writers can be measured by the chroniclers of the sensationalist.
It is impossible to stay away from the narco-propaganda, the narco-journalism everywhere is talking about the killers, techniques for butchering bodies or simply dissolve in acid. Even the famous "dead women of Juarez" or the reality shows account for both the coverage of the media. The cartels generate their own messages to twitter style with short texts on the body or with signs posted on highways. When did the words began to soar as high caliber bursts? "We really care? When we assume that the drug we all? Consumers, casual or not to justify their creative addiction to be artists, the police and journalists who have no other option than silver or lead, we carry out corruption, to a lesser or greater degree, those who know that the country is completely rotten and do not believe in the solution; double standard that condemns drug that stigmatizes it but hides his addiction claiming health, the narco left, center and right to negotiate the production, sale and distribution of drugs, financial corporations washed billion a year, the Mexican economy that refuses to freeze the economic power of the cartels for fear of collapse, when we assume that the drug culture is not limited to hats, AK's-47, boots, belts pita, luxuries, narco-corridos .** The drug culture is violence, intolerance, extermination of the enemy, corruption, power, totalitarianism ... traits that give us away and identify the drug ... we are all even though we . No turning back.
Meanwhile consume every news story behind the computer with the damn hope to die with his head stuck to my body, is the only mercy that asks the hitman who sniff my life.
July 2010
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* In Mexico, lift means the non-kidnapping to get money for it; commonly
levantones
end in executions and are settling of scores between drug cartels.
** Genre distinguished by recounting the exploits of drug traffickers.
