The Adam Boy

CHAPTER 17 - THE WELL CRAZY BAR

The place had several tables, all of which were already full. It had three rooms, and right at the entrance there was a stage in a corner of the wall, where a transvestite, very elegant and beautiful, full of bright clothes and jewelry, voiced international music. On the side, there were only tables, and dummies serving customers. In the other part there was the bar and the bathrooms: the bar had a large L-shaped counter, where on one side it was attended by girls, each messing with the fantasy of men, because they painted their mouths red, others left their hair she let go, another one still only in a bra and provoked the line of men who insisted on being attended to by her. And at the other end of the counter was the Barman: four, all muscular and white, and with the strong characteristics of many barmen: hair with gel and a lock falling on the forehead, square jaw and thick, well-shaped eyebrows. We sat at a table against the wall in the second room, but it was possible to see the stage from an angle on the right. When we sat down, Joldemar tugged on a waitress' arm, wearing the red neckline blouse that her white bra was tacky on.

"Hi, beautiful. You can bring a bucket of beer", he said, almost pulling it into his mouth. And, returning to the people at the table, he said: "It could be beer, can it? Do you want something else? Do you want to drink something, Jair? And you, Adam?"

Everyone denied it, the beer was good at the moment, especially for me; I wanted to see with good conscience where Sex Hot could take us.

-"Bring a bucket of beer, then. Could it be, beautiful?"

"Yes! I'll bring it to the table in a little while, okay Joldemar" spoke the hoarse-voiced girl marking the order on the phone, and left.

"Oh, guys, they all know my name and I don't know any. I call everyone beautiful and beautiful. Do you believe, Adam?"

"Normal, Joldemar. I suck at memorizing names."

"And is. And why you disappeared, huh Adam. Why does he disappear, Adriano?"

"I don't know, Joldemar. You'll see he doesn't like us."

I stopped and thought: Yes! Why did I disappear? Why did everyone say that? I'm used to meeting someone, and one of the first things that person asks is why I disappeared. Why did I have that attitude, or what attitude was I not having? I liked those people, but why did I only show up to socialize with them? Then, I came to a conclusion: I could not have true social ties. I didn't even get close enough to people so that, if I need it or if someone else needs it, I'm there. Never argue with anyone, oddly enough, and I know that people do like me, but I can't really have any friendship with them. This real friendship that I say is, you are always present in the person's life. It would be real friendship with those people at the table who were with me if I knew what they have been doing these days, and if they knew my steps. They did not know that I was now working on TV, just as I did not know what progress they have made in their work. And family? Did anyone have a child? Was someone dating? Did not know! But what I did know was that I was to blame. I showed up when I wanted to, when I felt like it, and that prevented me from having that real friendship that I say.

"Is it true, Adam? Don't you like us?"

"I like it, Joldemar" I said with a touch of sadness and also joy to see Joldemar's face there sad waiting for an answer if I liked them or not. "I don't show up much because I'm too busy. Now I have college, work ... And other things to solve and understand ... Only I still don't know the answers to the solution." I felt my face burn slightly, and I noticed that I was ashamed. Ashamed for saying something I felt, and I realized that things were worse than I imagined. I couldn't open up to people. I didn't tell anyone what I felt.

The girl in the red blouse had arrived and deposited the bucket of beer on the table. We still ordered potions of cold cuts and disgusting fries. At that moment, I saw that Jair was saying something that I couldn't hear what it was for Ana, and she, with a sick face, turned her face away so close. When I worked with them, I knew that they had stayed a few times, but only when they left. It was another attempt by him. The girl on the stage had stopped dubbing and was now playing slower music. Ana got up and pulled me. I got up and right there, on the side of the table, she held me and we started to dance to the slow music. It didn't take long for her to start crying. Doubt, joy and no reaction. Doubts because I didn't know what she had or why she cried. Joy because at that moment I felt that people also felt like venting, even with cheesy music. And with no reaction because I didn't know what to do at that moment. Should I hug her? Question what's the problem? Continue dancing there? Or sit back and ask Joldemar to do something? I looked at Adriano, who also looked like he didn't know what to do.