Saturday, December 18, 2010

Kates Playground Thumbblogger

LAN, and USB vboxdrv

Oggi mi sono accorto che Virtualbox OSE (che viene fornita dai repositories di Ubuntu) non supporta USB, e the only way to read a USB device is installed Virtualbox taking it from their site . OSE
  • Uninstall, install the deb package of VirtualBox, the installation is successful, no errors. Launch Virtualbox (which by then had changed its place in the Applications menu, now no longer accessories but in System Tools), virtual machines can see immediately that I had with OSE, perfect. I try to launch a VM, and this is the first problem:
  • followed by the utility board to launch from a terminal
    sudo / etc / init.d / vboxdrv setup
    to install the virtualbox kernel driver and fix the problem.

    great. Too bad that the terminal responds to me


    sudo: / etc / init.d / vboxdrv: command not found
    ,

    and here the problem is much more serious.
    Google Google, I found the solution: the command is not found because when the system restarts with a new kernel automatically creates a backup version of
    vboxdrv
    , which is then renamed
    vboxdrv.dpkg-bak
    . So just
    rename it:
    sudo mv / etc / init.d / vboxdrv.dpkg-bak / etc / init.d / vboxdrv
    Now
    the command sudo / etc / init.d / vboxdrv setup will

    EDIT:
    The problem with USB devices were not totally solved.

    The VM was started quietly, but the USB devices were not seen, and USB devices in Virtualbox menu appears gray and not selectable.

    If it happens to you, go to System
    / Administration / Users and Groups ,
    Manage Groups, select the group
    vboxusers
    , Properties, check your user window
    Group members,
    and confirm everything.

    Or even faster, from the command line:
    sudo adduser $ USER vboxusers

    Then restart Ubuntu, and enjoy (at last !) USB devices in your virtual machine.

    Thursday, December 16, 2010

    8-ball Leather Jacket

    Palm glacé.



    "Oh, the weather outside is frightful,
    But the fire is so delightful, And since we've no
    place to go,
    Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. "


    Tuesday, December 14, 2010

    Howcanigetlandsurveyorjob

    Christmas Time!



    Red slippers to get out of bed and fly to open Christmas presents ... yuhuuuu, I can not wait 'now!

    Friday, December 10, 2010

    How To Makeofferfor Furniture

    Clinical depression and whiskey in the sclera. Seventh.



    The old man dressed in white hat, white shirt and white jacket, white tie. Carried a cigar between his lips of abnormal size. I do not know how old he was, his face was badly bent a sheet on which an elephant was sitting with problems of obesity because it was full of wrinkles. Maybe it was a giant wrinkle in a face in creases. It seemed an orange lean, even for the color. Only the hair sticking out of the hat was different: an almost black blue, not suitable for someone so old, thin and wrinkled. I grabbed the glass and gave him a drink after sniffing a few seconds.
    - Johnnie Walker Blue Label. Stuff costs. -
    - I see that they will be, Mr. Pendra. -
    - I'm just a drinker. Rather, as you know my name? -
    - The house is mine, there are cameras connected to the screens in this plan. -
    - Already ... Why am I here? -
    - I like his way of acting did not bother to assert themselves with the guard. It intrigues me his pendant. How had it? -
    - I found the street, I liked it and I took it. -
    - Very interesting ... You know, what is the symbol of a group of people, "let's call them, very important. These "people" control many things, and would like to have him back. I am part of this group, and am willing to give her what she wants. I have a lot of things. -
    - By any chance have a job to offer me? I see you getting through here is not bad. -
    I finished his drink and leaned on the glass.
    - They may have another? - Hell, that stuff was a blast!
    - Just a moment. First I would like to talk about his request. Here we work not just in the normal manner, has already seen my men in action. And they have just "given settlement" to those who have not been able to do their job. -
    - I do not know if I could never do something like that. -
    He stood up slowly and turned to his right, this time using a stick of black ash to indicate ahead of him. He was very tall, at least two feet, and stood erect, as if the passing years had not touched him. The three giants, who were still waiting for the elevator, walked in unison and stopped three paces from me. A sliding door opened up in the direction of the club and appeared in a showcase with shining weapons, old and seemed to rely a lot.
    - You see, Mr. Pendra, these weapons and warriors are very important people of the past. I keep them here to remind me that even the strongest can be defeated. That knife belonged to Brutus, adopted son of Julius Caesar, for example. You ask me why I keep these items close to me, right? -
    - No. -
    smiled. A smile over a century. - I keep them close to me also to remember that nothing is eternal, but sometimes what we leave behind. She is nice. Not afraid to say what he thinks .-
    - Maybe because I do not think. We get another shot? -
    He turned to one of the puppets blacks and nodded, raising his chin a little. That went away and returned in a moment with a tray, took his glasses on the table and replace them with two equal to those which had taken, but full. Dark liquid for the senior class, dressed in white and pure liquid for me.
    nodded his glass, and took him after he sat down again.
    - What are you drinking? -
    Meanwhile, the shadow of the henchman / waiter was back in his place.
    - Porto .-
    - seems a bit 'too thick to be worn. -
    - did not missed anything. -
    suddenly became serious and silent.
    - Can I ask you something now? -
    - just waiting for this .-
    I stared almost cruelly.
    - I have three questions. The first: who is she? Second, they want to say that the writing on the building and because we are between two floors? -
    - My name is Argo. I called Argo. Who are not something that should be of interest. We're here because it is my home. The inscriptions on the building are simple slogans, we are part of a foreign company .-
    - We? -
    - Have more questions? -
    folded his hands before his face, resting his elbows on the armrests of the chair.
    - Only one. Of all the weapons that have a stick is old and worn, a long piece of wood. Whose is it? -
    He stood up. - It may be enough. Take him out .-
    - Ma? Why? What have I done? -
    I jumped up, still with glass in hand. I was very scared, I saw as they approached the three, and I had seen them in action shortly before. Really cool. If I come out alive from there, I'd never done a favor Simon.
    I jumped on him, I fell to the ground, the glass left my hand, rolling and spreading that nectar ran all over the floor. Holy shit. A kick made me fly into the air, I felt his ribs shattered, his back against the wall cracked in several places. I spat blood trying to scream in pain, but left something like a belch jelly. Why did they always mess like this? Too pain, I would not right for a few seconds. From the ground the three seemed much larger, approaching slowly, inexorably, in silence. The old man looked satisfied with his hands behind his back. My eyelids closed slowly, the tears made me see blurry shapes and high walking towards me, a fist was about to fall on my head. Always passes through my flesh. The last shot ...
    coughed and started to laugh. The hand stopped. I laughed louder and louder, screamed fun, I do not know why. The old man opened his eyes and shouted: - Take him out! Now! -
    beat three hands clasped together. I saw dark.

    Now get out. Jack Bravo, but now it's my turn.
    crunches were felt my bones, one at a time, until all together they made a not very strong. I sat up, rubbed his lips with the back of the hand was gone and I licked the blood that was left on my leg. Minimum reach 40 degrees of alcohol content. The three were standing in the back, turned around while I got up and stood still to watch. The old man clutched his stick, showed his teeth in a smile to note the dismay in her eyes. I love it when shaking.
    I laid hands on his knees and stood up. I stretched out my hand right in front, palm open and called out: "Melrahsher. Hecate. Alarms."
    White smoke, which almost not seen in contrast with the walls of the room, he sensed intermittently between the shaded columns. Mel's eyes narrowed when he appeared, his hands forward while he was taking Duenna, its studded brass knuckles. Hecate was ready to shoot, watering dripping from the fangs of its ferocious, growling with pleasure.
    Argo screamed, ran to the wall behind him, which quickly opened and closed quickly making it disappear.
    The other ran towards us, no sound in the attack, no sound in our attack. Hecate jump with a leap to his opponent on the right and caught him with a hot bite in the neck and left shoulder, tearing and merging almost all trunk and sank to the abdomen, making it collapsed under its weight and then licking the feet with ease.
    Melrahsher surprised me, not seen for some time in fury. Its deadly dance led her fluid under the giant central black and blonde getting up in a storm, with a handful of Duenna penetrated by the spikes below the navel of the big dude in front of her. She turned her hand in the same place until you have your palm facing upward. He opened it and pulled, tearing the meat down her throat. He felt a click and a small knife out of her weapon, which followed the movement of the hand as a gesture seemed to show an audience the show non-existent blood he had created. Fell one arm resting on the ground, one knee bent, as if waiting for applause in that pose lethal. The man, or what he had decided to break down, fell not once, but split literally as it breaks down. The head on one side, his limbs well as separate the ribs of a fan, it rested on the ground slippery with blood and organs.
    I did not have time, if the Argo had escaped me I should try again. The last stands against me, the lowest. I returned to my original size. I just have a well-aimed punch and ocher skin pierced glasses for night vision, pushing his hand over the nape of the now defunct hole with corpse around.
    took off from the forearm dead man's head and walked to the Board of arms. My host had called stick without respect old and worn. Stick that stirred the old and battered and his heart showed signs of recovery as he felt my presence.
    The glass shattered as I grabbed him, a long rusty blade end and sticking to the length of one side of the wood, cut the fingers slightly, as always. After centuries tasted my blood, shouted moved. Larish was back with me.
    Mel looked at me, Hecate seemed to smile. The comment by my companion was more beautiful blonde - Up, lovebirds, let's move
    .- With an arc Larish threw the knife in the middle of my spine, where he joined violently to the bone. I shouted loud, pain, pleasure, orgasm, life and death. Cracks appeared on the walls and columns, Hecate howled, Melrahsher laughed aloud. I fell on my knees, running out screaming. I looked at the wall from which he escaped Argus, I got up and followed by my accomplices, I broke the wall as if I were a ghost passing through steel. A corridor of stone in front, walked straight decision, the dog paw Excited Mel followed by scraping the wall as he walked stark Duenna. After a few meters
    the floor gave way to the tables of dark wood, expanded in a round room and wet stones, a swampy pool of water on the floor. At the center, who but Argo?
    not fled for fear, had fled to save time, yet few seconds and it would be passed to its natural appearance. Argus, the guard dog. She lifted her head hairy and abnormal. We saw immediately despite the lack of light.
    on its hind legs was immense, it has been at least five meters high. The canine head hairy and full of mucus was not a pretty sight, some fangs pierced the skin and flesh, leaving the muzzle between the blood and slime. The front legs were two other heads such as this, and it occurred to me with a smile that made him the nickname angry a lot. I decided to find out if there still remained bad. Hecate crouched quiet Melrahsher leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, as if you do not care the least about the rest of the universe. Eyes closed, calm. Larish ripped from the bone, dripping blood, with a shiver of pleasure painful.
    - Hey, a cripple of Cerberus! -
    opening the mouth with fangs cut strips of flesh from his face, ran like a madman pushing forward his limbs carnivores. I did not remember it so fast, orange and white of his hair a bit 'confused me. Seized with the jaws of the left leg my right arm, but he lost some teeth to rip and tear on my body. I screamed, in pain and instinctively abbattei Larish, who bites worse than he hissed and broke his bones. Both without an arm, we were equal. Maybe.
    Hecate stood up and slowly reached my arm, oblivious to everything and everyone, and if they took her to mumbled a bit '. Mel did not stop, but opening our eyes to Hecate advised to be careful with the teeth, reminding her that when she was a puppy she liked to hang on to that thing absolutely disgusting. Hecate stopped and left disgusted that piece of me.
    Silence, except for a slight growl coming from the mouths of two of the Argos and the dripping of our vital fluids. I gave a head to the bastard, I ferii his forehead, and he sank back dazed. I jumped on him, shouting and breaking his rib cage with my old and worn sharp stick. The terror on his eyes became intense, his arm remained to tried to avoid him, losing even that. I knew even bite. Noticed it when I spit the former only healthy leg on his nose, Larish still inside him, motionless absorbed his blood, limbs and consumed like a devouring worm. The roar of the monster plane vanished from drying quickly. The sword had a hunger for centuries, and feed the jailer with his incredibly excited.
    drew the pistol red and swollen like a leech from the dust and damp I crashed again in the spine. Another scream, this time short and intense. Now he could once again share with me the life of his victims, I am of my life with her.
    I reached my arm down, Mel broke away from the wall and gave me the verse
    - "You'll see, Mel, is a breeze, I will do even a scratch ..." Yeah, right .-
    - I am a bit 'rusty, it happens! -
    - Yes, yes ... It happens. "You'll see Mel, there will be a few centuries to rust" and that while you tore a plush arm with a dangerous attack with foam .-
    - Ugh! Stop it! -
    - to do that? To repeat what you said to the blacksmith while trying something for me? -
    - I was young, it happened almost a thousand years ago! -
    - You've never been young. Rather, we should go back to dall'islandese that? -
    - No, I do, he is no longer at home, I heard that he started from somewhere. Chacal goes to visit with his friends .-
    - Where did you hear that? -
    - Larish listen and heard for centuries .-
    - a shame, I wanted to thank you again for Duenna. There are too few to build stuff .- stroked his knuckles, snapping the blade that came from the bottom out of hand.
    grabbed a large rock and pulled away from the wall. I tried squeezing it firmly on the stump, and when he did not move hardly looked Hecate, who was dozing.
    - Hecate, I need your warmth .-
    Rising, snarled with anger for having disturbed. Melrahsher snickered. That creature does not just bore me. Morse stone, shattering it and founded, taking the bones more for fun than necessity. With a grimace of pain, I took the arm off the ground and when he moved Hecate grinning, I attacked it and merged with the lava that overflowed from my shoulder. A job in the rough, but functional. I could move it, everything was OK, apart from the clothes worn and destroyed because of the fight and my physical changes. Although high just over half of Argos, I was much more robust. Mel used to say that I was a huge column of earth and blood. Perhaps he was right.
    I turned, walked towards the dust of Argos and I bent down to take a pendant, a pendant with the shape of a dagger that was surrounded by a scorpion. Punched his arm restored to the remains of Cerberus crippled, frustrated because I realized at that moment that I had broken two spines of the elbow.
    looked at the blonde - the other three are missing .-
    - Do you know where are they? -
    - Yes, but we find them, and this time I will not need tricks .-
    - Tricks ... You have just used Jack as protective cover, if not written on the palace guards would give you heartburn .-
    - It bothers me! -
    - Gne Gne Gne! -
    I got up, Mel nodded to Hecate and the floor is cast, the water stagnant evaporated instantly, and plunged into the foundation of the building.
    - Ba'al, remember what it was called the locksmith? -
    - His mother called him Sebastian .-
    Maybe one day we would meet again.
    arrived in a good sewer and headed to the apartment of Jack, who held a good base of operations, the center of everything, easy to find out if you wanted to be discovered.
    began to change shape, I did not want me to see the surface with my natural look. I shrunk and went back to about six feet of Jack, half-naked, quills fell back and was unfortunately a few patches of my skin on his ocher. We went from a manhole in an alley close, our canine friend disappeared, did not like the human world. We "humans" climbed the stairs to the apartment, and puffed again because Melrahsher did not want to take the elevator. We were tired, the time went fast in that environment, we had lost at least 14 hours.
    I threw myself on the couch, Mel undressed and went to sleep on the bed. I looked at her and smiles. Also falls in love with a demon. A demon who had his place again, only this time with Hecate and Melrahsher next. I closed my eyes and waited for the day. Larish went to sleep docile, purring with my vertebrae.

    Tuesday, December 7, 2010

    Windows Blind Activacion

    Clinical depression and whiskey in the sclera. Number 6. One day on Badoo



    arrived at the condominium where he lived, Jack the evening, the sun was just setting. Melrahsher followed me. The lights coming from the road blocks and made me feel at home, a house that was never mine. They were the feelings of my host. We stopped briefly at the door, I had to try the keys in his pocket.
    In a split second the doors were opened a window on the ground floor, one of Mrs. Foster. He remained a little in shock. I do not think he expected to see me, especially in the company of a blonde dressed in black, with a long skirt and a long-sleeved shirt with an interesting neckline.
    soon became red, almost gave off steam:
    - Mr Pendra! Missing from much tempo, stavo per mettere un annuncio per affittare di nuovo il suo appartamento! Lei è in ritardo con l'affitto, le hanno staccato luce, acqua e gas! Con che coraggio si ripresenta qui? -
    Mi voltai e guardai un attimo la mia compagna di viaggio:
    - Pensaci tu, per favore. - Dissi laconicamente.
    Melrahsher annuì e fissò per qualche secondo la vecchia, che subito chiuse gli occhi e piano si accasciò sul davanzale, ronfante.
    Infilai la chiave nella serratura del portone ed entrammo. L'ascensore era stato riparato, e lo indicai a Mel. Una parola risuonò nel mio cervello, ma veniva da lei, che non aveva tanta voglia di parlare: deficiente. Sapeva che avevo bisogno di contatto, and the elevator was a dangerous place closed to the instinct.
    We had six floors of stairs, and once told me, 'Stop looking at me ass!', Though he knew that I could not do without.
    We went in the hole where the boy lived and noted with amusement that the apartment was more dirty than expected.
    - The usual male ...-
    - Do not start. Wash your a bit ', you have work to do. -
    - Oh really? And what we hear ...-
    - Come on, stop it with that tone, you do not want to give orders. After doing what you ask, we will again summon Hecate, okay? -
    He made a beautiful smile, one that made me fall in love with her. I threw down an empty bottle of whiskey and vodka, a carton of pizza and sat on the couch with Jack before Melrahsher to sit on my lap and speak
    - While I clean a bit 'here, you have to call again Ishmael I need a job. Then find Simon, the resale of liquor, and remove from his mind what happened in those two days. The same thing you do with Joseph and the old one below. Invent something you like to be planted as a souvenir. After you come back here, call Hecate and think of me .-
    - Are you going to think often in languages \u200b\u200bI do not know? Dumb! -
    - If I thought in a language you know, I spoil the effect sorpresa. -
    - Uff! Noioso! -
    - Dai piccola, abbiamo molto da fare. Intanto chiama Ismaele.-
    Con un finto broncio si alzò lentamente e quando fu in piedi chiuse gli occhi, muovendo le labbra come se stesse parlando tra se e se. Una nebbiolina scura si formò davanti a noi, e apparve la sagoma dell'uomo che mi aveva contattato al locale notturno.
    - Ti ascolto, padrona. - Disse inchinandosi.
    Quando cominciò a rialzarsi, il mio pugno lo colpì in pieno volto rompendogli il naso che subito guarì, non senza provocargli il dolore desiderato. La ragazza strabuzzò gli occhi dallo stupore e urlò: - MA SEI DIVENTATO PIù IDIOTA DEL SOLITO?-
    - I was distracted last time .-
    - If you had not distracted, I would not have found before them! -
    - my mistake, sorry. - But I enjoyed as a hedgehog. O-oh, Jack expression apparently does not come off easily from my personality, you have to keep still in the dark, or is likely to affect things.
    Ishmael looked at me grimly and waited for orders without saying anything. I took a piece of pizza box and wrote a few words with a pen found on the ground. Ask him:
    - These words you say to Simon shortly after ten in the morning, before it gets Jack. And see tomorrow morning to pay my bills, I want it all right for his awakening .-
    - I do not take orders from you. -
    was loading another blow, when the blonde stopped me his arm
    - Only follow what I say. Ishmael, please, could you do this for me? -
    I felt the anger rising from the stomach when he looked at the sleek look that only she could do. Ishmael nodded and disappeared.
    - Gelooooooosoooooo! -
    I looked annoyed, as the laughter of Melrahsher soundtrack.
    - Come, go, it's late. - I said with a grunt.
    opened the door and I heard his footsteps on the stairs. Took off my jacket and threw it together with other waste, so I cleaned as best as not to understand that so much had changed and I waited.
    few minutes passed, and he returned Melrahsher:
    - All right, now you .-
    - Okay, every promise is a promise. Get your own candle and turn it on. -
    She did as I asked and handed me the candle. Seized with the decision and I burned for a few seconds left palm. The same thing she said, with me blowing the flame. The floor was dissolved, a mixture of lava and boiled meat in the middle of a red and black hole, with a maddening slowness climbed on the edge of a step in a muddy black dog with amber eyes. Mel jumped in, tail wagging like crazy, regardless of its size and almost letting it fall. The cries of happiness in having found an old friend made me smile, my beloved was happy. After at least five minutes of greeting the dog saw me, looking into my eyes and growled again give affectionate taps nose to her mistress.
    - You, too, the six missing, Ba'al .-
    - Yeah, right ... Come on, put it in the kennel and listen .-
    Melrahsher sat on the ground, the floor had been reconstructed. Hecate crouched beside her, always with the menacing look at me.
    - Now I have to again holed up in this body. This time I will not be tied, I need to go into action whenever I want, and in some places can only enter Jack .-
    - Intendi dire che incontrerai il Boss?-
    - Si, ha lui Larish.-
    - Io cosa devo fare?-
    - Modificherò io i ricordi di Jack, tu devi solo tramortirmi.-
    - Come?-
    - Fai tu, come ti viene. Starò a guardare da dentro. Piuttosto... Ismaele chi è? -
    - L'ho incontrato per caso, non aveva un corpo e gliene ho dato uno. Vagava vicino alla nostra porta e ha deciso di servirmi per gratitudine.-
    Scoppiammo a ridere. Ecate ululò.
    Mi concentrai, chiudendomi in me stesso. Sentii un fruscio, e fu buio.
    Era l'alba, non pioveva da mesi e la terra si tramutava in un pulviscolo fastidioso, misto a cenere e puzzo di carne burned. In two we walked the main street of the village in flames, silence is deafening at the same time. A man burned alive and dragged screaming tombstone breaking the silence, breaking nails and damaging the skin of the hands to seek help did not come. Larish took off from my back, with a groan of pleasure and pain, while still asleep. Dripped blood not mine, and thanked weakly and satisfied when I bite into the meat of this human wreck. He suffered, it is true, and put an end to his agony.
    - You've become good syrup, Ba'al -
    - I'm tired, Melrahsher. -
    - You are old. -
    twisted his lips in a mock grimace of annoyance, and rinfoderai again my sword screaming in pain, this time feeling the searing heat of its metal inside my bones. To the east, the sun was rising quickly behind us, and we arrived at the end of the village. Two paths lay before us, when a strange noise caught our attention: it was a sort of cry, sharp and sad. To our right a pile of waste and weeds seemed to be the source of that complaint. We were just two of us, no one followed us and no one was left, we had no idea what or who it might be.
    - I hear whining, but it's not your peas! -
    - and finish it, Mel! -
    I approached, his hand scostai wastes, and appeared before me the face of a puppy black, amber eyes, the expression that sums up a mixture of melancholy, sadness and compassion. In an instant, changed its character, barked, growled and bit my forearm, while continuing to growl I was attacked when he lifted smugly. Melrahsher laughed, took it in his hands and soon the animal was detached from my skin, perhaps because not enough flavor. My friend laughed, took him in the chest and happy said:
    - This we hold is beautiful! Did he stood up and realized that you are a great puppy! I'll call Hecate, happy? -
    - All right, we will keep you ... -
    - Look, I was not asking permission. -
    The puppy barked and wagged its tail happily with her, just me growling. Well, go figure the females.
    Headaches and dream of fucking. Sure I drank again as the usual shit that is ...
    Fuck ... So who cares. Fired four months ago, only a few coins and I am single, very good.
    I left to run a bit 'my thoughts, and I finally decided to get up, I had enough of the contaminated bed with my morning depression. I took a step and came straight to the bathroom. I opened the tap of the sink and rinsed my face. The mirror told me with a picture a night of revelry. I took off my underwear, pajamas, and I slipped in the shower, after you brush your teeth. A bit 'of water Cold made me wake up even more with an obnoxious jerk. It was late, but I had so much shit to do.
    I went back in front of the mirror, standing in front of the shower and noticed that my right shoulder was a bit 'skinning. Small specks appeared dark ocher in the pink ... I tried to touch them, were hard and rough, but not hurt. What the hell, even my body let go sooner or later I would go to a doctor. I tore the cabinet drawer and found something to put before you leave. I had almost finished a drink, and Simon certainly would make me more credit for some time as he did. I opened the fridge to see if maybe something was still edible, fungi and found that the first were not there, and I assumed it was the development of mold, while the eggs that I would soon be hatched. I did not want the chicken, and threw the empty bucket ... Perhaps I had emptied the night drunk, I remember running over. Grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took a sip of surviving settlement. Over. Destination bucket, went to hell along with polliuova. I went downstairs, the elevator would make me be sick. The world was going really bad, not even Ms. Foster is worthy to break the balls. I walked slowly toward the only place where I could stay ... Ten minutes after I opened the door of the shop of Simon, hating do not know why the bell rang as I entered. Ciccio was behind the counter, and almost was shocked to see me.
    - Hello Jack, how are you? -
    - shit. What's New? -
    - Tonight I have entered the vandals here. They broke a few bottles, drunk and smashed some other 'stuff in the back ... I have contacted the police, but I do not think anything significant will happen ...-
    - Look, the human tank, can I borrow a bottle? -
    - Jack, I know you're in trouble, but the months go on credit. I can only give if you do me a favor. -
    - blackmail fucking. Come on, shoot .-
    - This morning a guy came and asked me if I did home deliveries. If I deliver a case of wine at this address without opening no bottle, then I can give you one of rum .-
    - Two and a deal .-
    - send me to ruin you. The ddress is written here. It is not far .-
    rang the doorbell as I took the box from the back of grape juice and alcohol. I put it in my shoulder and went out. Simon was at the counter wrap a bottle of Cutty Sark, which made me watering ... The customer looked like a nerd older: gray hair, glasses and crooked teeth it looks like a chessboard after an accident at a level of tetris.
    I looked at him wrong, I put a cigarette in his mouth and seemed to feel the feeling of deja-vu when he greeted the customer named Joseph Simon. I went out and I set out to address fellow alcoholic. I lit a cigarette.
    Fortunately it was very close to the station where I lived and where robotically passed hundreds of people every hour. I lost count ...
    A skyscraper. Well. I should have taken the elevator and go on the roof. Making the meeting hall was bad ... Dick loser.
    The building was a mammoth single block, nearly cubic and gray pigeon crap, only suited to a sect that professed love for the bunkers of World War II or for fallout shelters, everything depended on religious beliefs. On the front of a revolving door in dark glass made him look like a giant pencil sharpener. I could not understand what kind of signs were carved over the entrance, but scutore must have had a bad attack of hemorrhoids in them, I could not even understand the language in which they were made. I went in, and just over the threshold, he felt a quick sharp pain in my stomach. Ruttai with the mouth closed, the hot breath that smelled of earth and salt. It must have been the whiskey for sure, oh, well ...
    greeted the doorman, sleepy and fat to hem the chair on which he was with the flab. Red eyes from the monitor of safety, crumbs of something like donuts on the nose and mustache (engulfment furious, I supposed), and erotic Clips on portable television. Never noticed a crossword puzzle or a book that dealt with the sex in these situations.
    He looked up at me:
    - I help you? -
    -No .-
    I went directly to the elevator, thinking it was an earthquake after the race. It was just the severity that was raging on the floor of the guardian using the mole as an outlet for all its frustrations:
    - Stop! Where you going? -
    - Now me of you. What little education .-
    He pulled out a gun in his hands oily struggled to understand where he was watching. Better not risk it, do the good.
    - Hands up! Lay the box gently on the ground and face the wall! -
    I put down the wine. I raised my arms and I leaned calmly to the marble wall. Pink marble. Palazzo gay.
    - Here we go ... Attentive to the stench of armpits .-
    - Do not fuck with me! -
    He approached me and searched.
    - Watch out for the cobra. -. Zippo, cigarettes, wallet and necklace.
    - Shut the sewer! What are you doing here? -
    - I have to meet a person. -
    - And who, we hear .-
    - I do not know. They told me to give this thing on the top floor. -
    He opened his wallet and checked the documents.
    I spun around, taking my right shoulder.
    - Do not touch me. Better than you .-
    - Why else? - He laughed and jumped like a pudding in do so, his hand still on his shoulder.
    - Because otherwise I'll kill you .- Maybe I should not tell a gigaciccione with gun in hand, but now ...
    - Stop and do not move. -
    He took his paw on my shoulder, stepped back into his seat with the gun pointed at me and pressed a button on the keyboard of a phone. Brrr, that look bad ...
    - Here Ralph. There's a guy who says he has to deliver a box on the roof. -
    A high-pitched voice, almost a woman, replied instantly: - Who is it? Who has to meet? -
    - says he does not know. Jack Pendra .-
    - Never heard of. See a bit of hold ', if you have not forgotten how. I'm coming. -
    hung up and mumbled something that did not seem to belong to the category of compliments. It seems not to run a lot of sympathy between the two ... Best remembered for another time.
    Still with his hands up. And if I tried to do some 'communication? Phrases or constructive discourse? Phrases:
    - Cool, eh? Thank goodness spring is coming. -
    - Already -
    Great party. He watched the pendant and held it up to the light to see it better. I lowered my arms and the jacket creaked. The idiot son of godzilla is better paid and I pointed the gun on him, I raised my arms suddenly.
    - Stop! What do you think? -
    - rest. -
    - I told you not to fuck with me! -
    He went as fast as he could and hit me with the butt of Glok his left temple. Those guns are bad even without fire. I fell on all fours without losing any of your senses for a miracle and the excrement took me by the arm raised with a jerk.
    Never touch me twice.
    soon as I walk in anger came over me with the force of a jackhammer doped. Abbattei my hands on his ears open for dazed, and walked away as a step backwards, confused, I grabbed him by the shoulders by pulling on the right knee with as much strength I had, and cut off by the breath that uttered with force now knew that humanity was saved by his progeny. He fell on the box of wine and I felt something break. I lost two bottles of rum! I took a kick to the belly of a bastard, only frustration.
    The door behind the desk opened and the caretaker came out with the man who probably was talking about the fat man to the ground just before the intercom. After a moment of loss he pulled out his gun and began firing at me. I dove to the ground, reaching the counter monitor. Luckily I did not hit, but came to the race as he could reach the other door with the sign "high voltage" next to the elevator. The light switch was there. I unplugged everything. A few seconds and the emergency generator started to do his job. Also on the ground, closed the door on instinct while the man tried to break through with a kick. Was stronger than what I believed, and the background. I was still on the ground, back against the wall and did not know how to react, was about to shoot me and I do not think I would survive this time. Dark. Everything went out, I felt a thud and a gurgle, then the slow steps, to more people. The lights came on again, out the door appeared three thugs are at least two heads than me, dressed in black with night vision goggles. The guard was on the ground in a pool of blood, her hands covering a gash to the throat from which came his interior paint, was agonizzando, sputava rosso. Una voce robotica allungò una mano per aiutarmi ad alzarmi:
    - In piedi.- Respinsi l'aiuto con uno schiaffo.
    - Odio essere toccato.-
    Mi sembrò di sentire una risatina soffocata mentre mi tiravo su.
    Andai fuori dallo stanzino, sorvegliato in silenzio da quei tre giganti, e notai che del sangue copriva anche il ciccione e la cassa di vino. Mi fermai un attimo, presi la mia roba dal bancone e accesi una sigaretta. Ero un po' sotto shock e come al solito non capivo:
    - Perché farli fuori? - Chiesi a nessuno in particolare.
    Una voce più bassa della prima mi rispose: - Ordini dal Boss. -
    - E chi cazzo sarebbe? -
    I immediately jumped on me and I landed, the cigarette flew over the chest wet with blood and wine.
    - Do not you ever use such language in speaking of him! -
    coughed per shot, a hand me banging my head on the floor. I could not react, but the nausea of \u200b\u200btouch on me was really cool. They rose slowly, and so did I, taking the cigarette and threw it in disgust. Was turned off. They took me to the elevator and went with me. Under the buttons of the plans was a lock that in a modern elevator was not there to do anything really. The man on my right hand, insert the key, gave two turns too noisy and the box portagente skyrocketed. The light that indicated the position he stopped between the fifth and sixth floors. The doors opened up a huge room, blinding white, right and left of the center and gray columns, after all, with a mahogany table behind a chair already occupied.
    - Let him come to me. Sit down, please. I can offer something to drink? -
    I was a bit 'suspicious, but I was thirsty ... - A triple whiskey, thanks. -
    I went up and the guy showed me a chair in front of you. I sat down and one of those three giant rested on a glass table in my place, one small and filled with a dark liquid in front of the old man looked at me studying. I raised the butt of the cigarette and, still in silence when I had sat down, still pointed to an ashtray set in the table, where I turned off the butt. He looked at me again. I waited before attacking the soul of the malt in the glass. He would say something, and although I had no idea what it was, certainly worth hearing. I felt inside.