Varick The Caverman

Chapter 1

Red Sunrise

I get up with bloodshot eyes, aching abdomen from the blows and chocolate appetite. Since I started working and at the same time studying my life it became something routine, turning on the radio and listening to some old tango, but this time Perlman sounds and "Schindler's list".I look from the window of my second floor as the snow piles up on the sidewalk, -I think that peeing on the fence was not a good idea, I'll have to remove it with a spatula- I exclaim before putting my pants on, I take a shower and fix a little or at least I get the smell of alcohol and blood from the mouth with gargles of vodka, today is Saturday and I prepare to walk in the square of the neighborhood, a horrible place until they removed the drug addicts at the tip of lead, compared to the neighborhood of my childhood, it is not so bad.I heat the water and charge it in my white enameled steel cup, the last one that said that you black in strands was for fagots I finish with 11 points in the mouth for a punch, bitter taste that invades my mouth and wakes me up more that energy drinks that make me sleepy, a sandwich of something that was in the bottom of the salami-flavored ice cream fills my belly. The mechanics race is almost my profession, my great-grandfather was in the war, repairing armored cars, his son was in cars, my father is in the village workshop and I will be in any other place far from here, What to expect from a father who encourages you to be better than him?My muscular and white shirt, blue shirt and brown overall cover me with the frosts that winter brings with it like a cannonball to a shackle. Putting on my beige boots, the black hat and the red scarf, I start from my porch, the clothes contrasts with my pale skin, if only I took a little sun in summer instead of studying or going out at night to get drunk would be a little more colorful . I take out the bar of bitter chocolate that my body demanded so much, the trees seem glazed and without wanting it I find my first contact with another person after last night, - VARICK! - exclaims Albertina, elderly lady who was dedicated to pass the gossip in the whole block, had not died ?, Life is modest with some pains of ass.-I am Albertina- exclaimed looking away, I do not want to faint the lady with the smell of "medicine" that I have, -you thought, how sturdy you are and that gray hair- the lady tries to caress him but with the sixty-five that I measure it is complicated, -you see my closet, not only in the width of your shoulders but in that I can not reach your highest part- laughs flirtatiously, -I'll leave you with millet, pickle pickles are not prepared alone, goodbye - I silently wave my hand lightly, - that broken phone is already with us Var, quietly - I whisper.The red light stops me next to a good neighbor, Asimov, a madman who hits his wife every weekend and takes a bag of cocaine the size of a Great Dane.At least now that he hits his wife he does when I'm in high school and not at dawn with folk music to everything he gives, he already ate some good beating and I only had the pleasure of hitting him on the chin once before to hide in his house.I cross the street and he avoids me knowing what can happen to him. Before I was a kid I used to jump on the strips of the pedestrian path, I'm a bit too big to do it without slipping off drunkenness or ice.Now, why "Caveman"? In high school, crazy things happened like my first bottle of gin, my first clean hand fight and then with a brick finish a fight, but something I will never forget will be when I saw an Asian girl for the first time.They brought her from one school to another and the abusive ones of my course wanted her and not to say hello to be exact, when they followed her to the bathroom she took a leg from a chair, that wood was hard (I think they call it quebracho colorado) , steal the carpentry and fracture the knee to one, the jaw to another and left unconscious or another with my club, hence earn the nickname of Varick "The Caveman" Grot, in addition to my tendency to violence in front of my companions who were neither saints nor buds.We never talked, but she understood my intentions quite well, at my school it was normal for women to have such things happen to them, I do not have a sister or cousins ​​here so the only ass I had to watch was mine, and Jukito's, as well I remember it was called yellow.I stop in front of the bars of the square and enter, I sit in one of the cement benches with names written on it, of couples or private individuals. I still eat chocolate watching games, hammocks were always my favorite, feel like flying for a moment and then go back, so constantly, it reminds me of life.-I'm tired, better as something and I sleep- I exclaim getting up from that cold and hard seat. Walking down the avenue I see two dogs entering an alley as if sniffing food or something called them, I stop in front of that alley and I see that they bark and growl at something inside a cardboard box.I take a pipe that was on the ground and birthed on the back to one, screams and the other coward comes running, -out, is mine- scream and someone gets up from the box that had written "take me home" with a Heart, common to find with dogs, puppies, cats or kittens.But not a girl.I've heard and seen crazy things, like a drug addict biting the testicles of a dog and the same dog bite him or an attack in Gaza where the bomb dog that was looking for explosives in a truck ended up exploding, they put about 12 kilos of plastic explosive in their vest.This girl was peculiar, her body was underdeveloped, olive skin, and her shoulders were as wide as my forearm, her hair is black as coal and she barely saw a brown rag, does not even wear shoes in the snow and just steps on the cardboard underneath you.By the way I was getting up suddenly I was about to unsheathe my knife, a knife of the length of my hand, my grandfather called him "frontier knife", singuarda and with an oak handle. She looked at me as if she was seeing a ghost, - are you okay? - I ask her and she answers, -water- with a shy voice to which I have to pay attention because of how low it is heard.