comes a time in every man's life where you must decide what he wants to spend this life, this usually occurs when the man mentioned yet is in fact a man but a reckless lad of sixteen or seventeen years worried about getting magazines with which to practice auto-eroticism documented in the bathroom and hide it well so that they are not stealing his father to weigh the pros and cons of choosing one or another way between those who start from the metaphorical crossroads in which it is. Under these conditions has every chance of mistakes and build a splendid future uncertain and be led to embrace a way of life that get you down and find it annoying and makes you regret for the corners and bars bar for the rest of their monotonous and interminable
days.
Choose a job or a career formally equivalent to putting the first stone of the work on the road to failure and disappointment. The only dignified way of life in every sense of the word is the millionaire's idle, and society reserves following the unwritten rules of a religious tradition most of the seats that fit in any way in this category work for say firstborn sons of millionaires themselves idle. You may reach the status of idle rich and prone to take Sun daiquiri in hand with his private pool playing the lottery or robbing hands full for years, but the first activity is not safe from the standpoint of monetary concerns and the second is not from the police point of view and therefore and for legal reasons and above all moral
I can not recommend them. Certainly there
decent and rewarding craft more than just having no clear industry: the footballers live like pashas without hitting a stick to water, but not everyone goes to play in the First Division and no one can last thirty- in extreme cases five or forty, pornographic actors have a really pleasant existence and awaken the desire of viewers of the opposite sex and the admiration and envy of his own, but they can stay in the limelight until beyond a certain age and from this do nothing but wait for better times recalling distant death and counting the hot stories past co-dominated game of petanque.
However, the standard is being forced to endure a hell from nine to two and five to eight to exchange for coins that allow one to eat every day to stand up and returning to pit the next day and drink to forget you have to do and spend what little free time let us work to fantasize everything we wanted to be and we will not be and especially lament who we are and we never wanted or had to be, I never tire of saying that if it was not bulls football and steal our time and energy lift us once and for all weapons and would launch a bloody, socially and frankly just noisy revolution whose success will more than likely we do not become idle rich and therefore happy but at least it would make them exiles in sad solemnity or poor like us.
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