Last Friday my BF received a call from an old friend from college, this friend wanted to meet him to “remember” the old times or something like that and since my BF was eager to meet him once again I couldn’t refuse the invitation.  But I was not so interested because that same guy called him several months ago  to invite him to some party he had at his house, he said that he would call at night to give us the direction to his house but he never called back, and when we called him  he never picked the phone and never called back to apologize, so, since that day he’s on my list of “people I don’t give a fuck or rather have my balls smashed by a hammer than hang with them”. 

Anyway, when we arrived to the place he wanted to meet with us he wasn’t there, I was expecting to see him with a group of his acquaintances or something like that but instead that was a “pick up” place to go to his apartment.  When he finally shows up we stay at the “pick up bar” around five minutes and then walk to his apartment that was close by.  On the way to the apartment he talks with my BF and the first thing he says is that he was a coke addict for a few years (just coke?, I say to myself because the mofo was as skinny as an AIDS patient.) but that he went to “Rehab” and he was doing “ok” now.  He also said that he broke with his boyfriend (… no wonder he called mine after so long…) and that he has been traveling a lot and some other shit.

A few minutes later we arrive at the apartment and the first thing I saw was a camping tent on the living room,  WTF if that doing there, I said to myself, but I ignored it and went to the kitchen to talk, well, they were talking, those who know me knows that when I am among strangers I just listen and observe.  The guy started monopolizing the conversation by speaking only of art, art this, art that, art art art and more fucking art, no wonder why his boyfriend left him.  To that guy art is everything, which is cool on by itself, BUT, he has an ego the size of the universe.  He thinks he is the greatest artists of Puerto Rico, he is so self centered that he had the guts to say that he is organizing a “party” or “event” for the small elite of contemporary artists of the island to take pictures of all of them together for posterity.

WTF?

The worst part is that he is not joking, he actually believes, in his small world, that he is the ultimate shit.  Dude, Reality check, you will not even be considered a “good thing” until you PROVE you are!, making sloppy videos of a camera zooming in and out is not art, that is in my humble opinion, an uncreative person. 

After we spoke on the kitchen he take us back to the living room to show us some crappy videos he made –and believe me when I say that he was on crack when he made that shit-.  When we were watching the video some of his roommates arrived and they were speaking something about the tent, I ignore them because I was trying to focus all my attention on the video to see if I was able to make sense of that crap but suddenly the guys start getting inside the tent and closing it, at first I started wondering if that tent was like the wardrobe of Narnia, but oh!, I am so naïve!  That was a “Pot Tent” and ummm, they were smoking pot.  What really upset me was that there was a 15 year old kid smoking pot there with what I believe was his brother, what kind of example is that?  At that moment I looked at Kaiser and told him that I wanted to leave.

The frustrated artist even had the guts to say that they were able to fit eleven people inside the tent –including him-  , WTF dude, weren’t you on rehab? If you are an EX-coke addict, aren’t you supposed to stay AWAY from all kinds of drugs?  At first I was not fond of that guy, but now I don’t like him at all.  Next time he invites us somewhere I rather stay at home and have sex.

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