#17 M.C.D. (English version part 4). I also ask him if he thinks they tell me something at home and he tells me that surely yes but maybe they will understand, that he arrives for sure they will be happy to see me, I shake his hand and invite him a sip because he deserves it, he does not laugh as stupid his advice comforts me. He says no but I am not offended, on the contrary. I have a couple of drinks. Suddenly the subway stops abruptly a guy with a Steelers cap approaches and holds me by the arm, another one arrives with a plaid shirt and a black backpack that holds me by the other arm, 4 more come out but these dressed as policemen and pull me out of the car, I think I can't hide the bottle well between the seat and my legs, Both of my arms have been twisted; I tell them I just wanted to sing and excuse me. I've been here in the shade for 2 days with 15 others, I'm hungry and I think it smells bad. If only the tamalero hadn't made me his faces, I wouldn't be here now. El Canalla 15.03.23 #escritos #letteroftheday #letras #moments #JuanGabriel #elcanalla #eldestino #morning #Liquor #foryou #poem #picoftheday #RocioDurcal #Subway #LosTigresdelnorte #Metrocdmx #Jail #peopleofthestreet (en Mexico City, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp21MMmuyGN/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
