Based on a poem by Frank Báez
I used my stroller to run along and felt from a door to the street.
The street was two steps and a sidewalk away from the door,
but I was three years old, so I guess it didn’t hurt much.
I broke my left-hand wrist,
my right arm and my left foot thumb
was almost cut entirely by a fire extinguisher.
Dismissed from my school in the last year of high school.
First time trying weed I threw up
for a full half hour.
One time I got robbed but managed to escape breaking my backpack,
one block ahead a taxi driver came at me screaming “What have you robbed you bastard?!?
I had some sort of intermittent relationship,
and others in the middle.
I lost my virginity in a threesome,
with a friend’s girlfriend
and also, my friend.
Slept three nights in a row in a bus terminal at Mendoza,
then traveled for 20 hours in a bus.
Slept half day in the Buenos Aires Airport,
then I realize I had to improve my planning.
Somebody’s boyfriend threatened to punch me in the University,
now he works at an ad agency in the city I live.
Most of the things in life are not going as well
as they used to.
But people say I’m doing fine
And I believe them.