touch and run
My name is Sergio Adrian Lostaneye. I’m a lad in his teens, no more nasty or kind than any of my age. previous I’m not a geek or a kid of the coach potatoe type. Mother has always said I should make a handsome man and so it would have undoubtedly been, but for the misfortune that befall me not a week ago under the never better called Black Bridge. Then even when it’s well known, all sort of sinister accidents might happen under a river bridge, under this particular one, every frightful thing can also happen except to get drown, since long before I was born -I’m fourteen-, there’s not a single decent pool left for even a cat to get half wet in the asphalted emptied basin river. Water abandoned the river. Puritan murmurations assure it was diverted to las Vegas city, in order to wash away the land from the sin of gambling; while non puritans prefer to talk of loos and bathtubs to refill after its repetitive use by too many dirty asses together with those of theirs belles or beaux.