Yes, is that since last January 15 I am unemployed.
Now if I can sleep at the time that I be given please, drink during the week, to see Mr. T prepare succulent dishes with the Flavor Wave Turbo, send text messages pendejas answering questions ever posed to earn $ 6.000 in those programs of TV Azteca and Televisa and more than a employee can not do, or he can do on pain of reaching the next day at the office with a face pendejodesvelado.
That's the nice part of being unemployed, the ugly part is that they stop paying you ¬ ¬.
But hey, that's not the big deal, why? well because for a trip to another country, another culture, another climate, other customs do not need money, you need something very important and underappreciated, you need:
be an asshole.
I mean, who in their 5 senses would pass over his head go to a city where a musician known only dieciochoañero lover of English history, mathematics and economics (eye, not the money) with the ridiculous amount of
Sí, adivinaron.
A mí.