I was almost an abortion. That says an awful lot about my mother, a woman I’ve never
had the chance to meet. But I shouldn’t feel so terrible about that. In fact, I think I should
celebrate the fact that I was the exception among my school friends.
Juan and Marta, a married couple who claimed to be my parents until I discovered the
truth at age nine, raised me pretty well, but I know I’m a hopeless bastard. Don’t get me wrong, I
like who I am. I just don’t like where I came from, that’s all. I hate the idea of being a formerly
abandoned child who was raised by a nice couple that just couldn’t have kids of their own. All
three of us were consolation prizes.
I often wondered why the hell I had to be here. But I don’t want to lose myself in
complicated thoughts. That would lead to depression, and I can’t handle that very well.
“Is he dead?”
“I don’t think so. His eyes are moving.”
I could hear their young voices. They were worried about the situation. But I couldn’t see
very well anymore.
Who’s calling me? Is that you, Paula?
“Coño, Henry, don’t die on me! Not now!”
It’s you. I knew it was you!
“Henry, can you hear me? Wake up, goddamnit! Wake up!”
I can hear you! Can’t you hear what I’m saying?
“He’s not responding, Paula.”
“Don’t say that! Henry, I promise you everything will be all right. Hang in there!”
What are you talking about, Paula? Everything is all right. I’m just a little bit dizzy,
“Don’t worry, Henry. You’ll make it.”
Exactly! That’s the spirit! I’m perfectly fine. Just help me up. We’ll be out of here in no
“He’s not moving.”
Shut up and help me get up! Who the hell is this guy? You should call the cops too. Tell
them it wasn’t murder, it was self-defense. I almost killed Diff. I mean, Diff almost killed me.
Puñeta, what the hell am I saying? I’m making no sense at all.
“His lips are moving.”
“Henry, hang in there, baby!”
“What’s he say