Alejandro
Ricardo Sandoval doesn’t take long to get back to his senses. Despite his bloody jaw there’s dark satisfaction in his eyes as he swings at me, his fist grazing me but I don’t give a damn when I smack him again, harder this time, my bloodied knuckles connecting with his flesh again and this time he stumbles even more, until he looses his balance and falls to the floor.
Someone rushes to me, many ones, who grab me to hold me from swinging a third time. People are screaming and everyone is watching the scene I am causing, but I don’t care. I didn’t want to come here anyway and the lord knows I don’t give a s*hit what all these refined hypocrites think about me, I don’t give a s*hit about the gossip that’s going to come biting me in the a*ss. I just don’t.
“Let him the f*uck go!”
