One story about a pizdec night at Bogotá.

One in Bogotá always lives aware of the insecurity that plagues the country, sometimes I found myself like the worst of the paranoid, imagining  that at any moment something could happen, but don't get me wrong, this may be true anyway, anywhere, I think that the human race is a particularly violent, but how can I explain why I don't trust anybody? 

Is simple, I'm afraid of being hurt, but in any level, I don't want people to deceive me, or cheat on me, or hurt me, but it doesn't matter because I always trust in people, is funny 'cause it doesn't make any sense but I trust and don't trust people in the same amount.

CHEATING

There was a time when it didn't involve complicated hacking,

sex mini-games or federal hearings.

The Underdogs Weekend

Bogotá (and I guess all the country) was breathing victorious air, the match against Perú was highly anticipated, to be honest it wasn't with that hype because of the rival (Perú is a good team but is not the elite, honestly the elite is only Argentina and Brazil, the rest of us are merely mortals), the hype was because of the good moment of the national team. Colombian national team is like having a bitch for girlfriend, she said to you that she'll change, you don't believe it, but some weekend she make you scream via orgasm and then you trust her again, next weekend she cheat on you, and the story start over again.