h with a slight delay comes the second part of the story, I hope to soon publish the third and last part =)
The apartment was plunged into chaos as usual: clothes were scattered everywhere, stacks of books and CDs piled on chairs and boxes of pizza take-away began to be higher than the coffee table , had decided to write a good cleaning but was fond of all that chaos, it was his order form.
He walked over to the stereo and put on a CD collected from the floor, had not the faintest idea what that song was taken to spread the speakers but did not mind even at that moment he just wanted to take a shower eternally collapsing on the bed unmade.
He went to the bathroom and turned the hot water knob is stripped and flung himself under the water trickles down from the hot hair down over her shoulders, chest and then to the foot and had always found solace in a nice hot shower after a bad day, the relaxed beyond belief.
He took plenty of time to lather your hair twice and soak in hot water for no reason, an hour and a half later, wrapped in a towel and a life on the hair and walked, dripping all apartment, toward the bedroom. The music continued to play but almost not felt more lost in thought, some thrown into the world born from her imagination, where life was less disgusting and there were no lawyers.
Fifteen minutes later he was still sleeping and still wrapped in towels was traveling in the happy world he invented.
few moments later, or at least those that had seemed a few moments, but in fact had been hours, the alarm sounded torn from that wonderful parallel reality and misleading and was about to begin another day .
He got up, had breakfast and got dressed, grabbed his wallet pretty empty headed for college.
Released in the street the first thing I noticed was like the sky had not cleared any way and continued to predict storm well, I think, will be another quiet day , then walked with a smile to the imposing building that housed the Faculty of Law.
Five hours after sitting the course, the most famous bar in the city, was thinking back to what he had read written on the wall of a building Sometimes compassion is more useful than mere justice , had not yet managed to establish with clear what he thought, he agreed on the one hand but on the other ...
While he was mulling looked up on the clock: 14.30 should have been in office there in ten minutes; walked toward the cashier, paid and walked toward the utter boredom.
The sky continued to promise to pour out his fury on the ground at any moment and Matt continued to hope that the storm began before he entered in the study of vultures.
soon as he crosses the shiny glass doors of the office, Matthew, who meanwhile had remembered to tie his hair, he could hear the voice of a woman crying drunk with the Vulture pleading for help despite the hardship and cold and detached response of these, as expected, the woman came out shortly after, distraught and in tears, the Vulture snapped shut the door behind him.
Matthew was sick of seeing scenes like that every day, but now he had learned to console the poor abused by the head, then gently turned to the woman and offered her a drink at the bar plan below, after having vent exit made accompanied her and returned to his work.
Above the Vulture was already negotiating the price of its services with a comely young woman, insensitive to the despair of the customer refused to just before, Matt began to sort mail by returning to his reflections sentence on the wall. The rest of the afternoon passed quickly and the other between a train of thought, after yet another desperate customer refused and Matt decided that he should do something to change things, was tired of seeing the desperation on the faces of the people.
left the office undid her hair and began to walk in the street, the rain that had begun to break asunder without, at some point the way home decided to change direction and had started to run in the rain to clear your mind of all thoughts.
The streets were completely deserted, all its, was free to run where he wanted without worrying about cars at a time unknown and had begun to hailing his release he had to stop racing, it was so returned to his apartment. It was wet, dripping water everywhere, had no idea what time was, entered the lobby of the building had noticed that the apartments surrounding no sound and did not come to the front desk that there was no sign that it was undoubtedly much later than he had imagined.
Since no one was around before opening the door of the apartment and get undressed remaining in boxer shorts and showing off to nothing, the body lean but muscular, regardless of that anyone could leave at any time by one of the surrounding apartments.
