Instead of studying, this afternoon I play this new videogame, Doom 3 – I really like this kind, where you don't have to think, just shoot – and when I've finished whacking the joystick and look at my Swatch I realise it's almost six o'clock and my face is boiling from the hours I've spent in front of the monitor.
I check whether the computer has finished downloading the video of Anita Blond and Rocco Siffredi, but it's not even halfway through so I leave it on. I go to the stereo and put on Give me a ticket for the airplane by Jefferson Airplane and I listen to it while I shave with my electric razor, then I put on a psychedelic red and black shirt and faded Versace jeans.
Once I'm dressed, I surf the Net and download a photo of a corpse from Rotten, then I start playing the new videogame again until its time for an aperitif.
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LAST CUBA LIBRE
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