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start again this week with the appointment initiated by Mallou!

What I read last week?

Last week, I read The Beggars the Seas, Volume 1: The Seal of Ran by Paul Kearney received in partnership via Livraddict. I also recently completed and commented on this blog. It reads fast enough but I was pretty busy also, I have not read anything more.

What I'm reading right now?

I just started " Seven Sorcerers " a fantastic book Youth Caro King. This is a common reading to be held shortly but it reads fast.

What shall I read the next week?

I think I'll soon finish "Seven Sorcerers." After that, I'm not sure I dare not advance predictions because as soon as I say what I read, c is something that I choose! I borrowed "Howl's Moving Castle" at the library, I recently received a volume of Mercy Thompson and the rest of "The Eight" read it not long ago The three volumes of The Lord of the Rings should arrive in my mailbox not too long ago and I still have a stack novels waiting in my PAL. There's the choice!

And you, what do you read?

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Guard

The output of the new volume of Legends Guard we can now do a quick overview of the series.

In the Northwest Territories are hiding in villages and cities beyond the gaze of men. This is the area mice. Under rocks and leaves or in the hollow trunk of an old spruce, an entire civilization evolves, trade and tries to protect multiple threats from the outside world.

To protect the little people, the Guard was created. Its members serve as scouts, sentries and guides storm. Serving the community at risk of their lives, their courage and prowess became legendary.

Lieam, Kenzie and Saxon are part of this elite corps. One day as they go in search of a merchant lost the heart of the forest, they discover the existence of a vast conspiracy. Someone is trying to get plans Lockhaven, the fortress that houses the Guard.

The time for fighting has come. The time of the fall, when everything seems ashamed, tumble and dry out slowly. Then comes winter, which freezes the bones and bring famine and isolation.

After two seasons, some have found love, more death or fate. And the guards have done credit to a principle dear to them: favor the common good before their own ...

mice in an atmosphere of heroic fantasy, yes, it reminds damned Mice Templar . And indeed, the two works have much in common, whether the epic, rich "nations" and portrayed many other qualities, including a graphic world charm.

All this comes from the imagination of David Petersen, who signed script and drawings. The first volume, entitled Fall 1152, was translated from American and published by Gallimard in 2008. This time, the publisher released later Winter 1152. It is easier to talk about both at the same time, especially as the story, of course, follows and that the two are equally well realized that the other one.

From a visual standpoint, the mice may be less expressive than Mice Templar (I'm about to specialize in rodents I think), however, the sets are often very beautiful and detailed. The coloring is also very successful, to immerse the player in subtle atmospheres and different, especially giving their stamp on two works based on the seasons (and hence colors) are very different.

It goes from huge to large underground chambers snowy expanses or to small corners lit by candles, in short, is varied and you find yourself more than once to dwell at length on the boards.

History is already agreed upon (basically a struggle for power) but we must recognize that it is fully highlighted. The narration is effective, the author takes us quickly to the heart of the plot and characters take the thickness over time and are more complex than it seems.

importantly, Petersen has created a credible and exciting world, based on concepts actually quite logical. Mice are not (by far!) Animals most frightening, they are forced to live in cities or hamlets which, of necessity, become a little prisons. To ensure supply and communication between different places, so it was logical to create a sort of troop able to cope in a hostile environment. Different problems arise, however, social and political: lack of coordination and central government, but also, in the case of cities specialized in production specific structural shortages on some products vital, forcing the mice to maintain at all costs their lines of communication open (hey, I realize that the way I explain, it sounds boring, but actually no, it does the is not at all). O)

Suddenly, the sometimes deja vu concepts related to the heroic-fantasy is largely erased by applications associated with specific problems in mice. War against ferrets, friendly dealings with the hares used frames "version TGV, strained relations with the bats, because of their wings and their hair, are nor accepted by the peoples of the air (yes, birds so) nor those of the soil (mammals), and no shortage of ideas!

Each volume is divided into six chapters which have the characteristic of all start with a small introductory text for an update on the story. The narrative is interspersed with poems and songs, often quite well translated elsewhere. Finally, appendices, present at the end of each book, come back in more detail in different places or trades. Not to mention of course the traditional cards, sometimes with the precise routes of groups of characters.

Everything comes in a square format with hardcover. Volume # 2 is cool but the first is of course still available.

An excellent series, all age groups but not stupid either and that reveals both touching and very pleasing to the eye.

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The Seal of Ran by Paul Kearney

Here is a book I received through partnership Livraddict. I, who no longer had participated for months, I have a crush on a fantasy novel in tantalizing summary, despite the fact that 'This is the first volume of a series ("Beggars of the Sea") during the writing and translation. Result: I have a new series on my wish-list ... But let me tell you in order.

Abstract:

In a world abandoned by its creator once existed a very ancient breed, "those before," endowed with powers that mankind can hardly certain imaginer.Selon legends, they were the last of the angels. Others say they were demons. Rol
Cortishane grew up in a small isolated fishing village without knowing what was in the right place in this world. But the blood of that race has long been forgotten in his veins and will decide his fate. Marked with the seal of Ran, accused of witchcraft and black magic, Rol must flee his village and seek refuge in the Tower of Michal Psellus mage, a dark and scary character that reigns supreme.

My opinion:

As in many fantasy novel, the story begins with a passage incomprehensible. It speaks of legend, races, gods. ; From the first pages, the reader is in the mood for the life of the little Rol, a kid who lives outside of any community with a small artificial family. A rural and maritime settles naturally in a time like unidentified the seventeenth century on foreign soil but not particularly original.

But from the second chapter, adventure racing. Rol teenager was driven from his home, forced to take refuge in a barbarian city, with a man as strange as cruel. The first part of this frame wraps around the heart of the injustice of a lawless civilization. It's tough, violent, and mysterious too. It was from there that I really started to hang, despite (or perhaps because of) the injustice and darkness of the plot. Characters who inhabit it are well described, but mostly keep large areas of shadow. It's pretty frustrating and sometimes I felt that some were not consistent in their behavior, but as and when the story evolves it seems they still have much to reveal.

The second part, which occupies the second half of the book is quite different. It is a continuation of the first, but this time the adventure takes place on a very particular: on seas. And that part, I totally devoured in one evening. The further I went, the less I could get.

For the maritime adventures of Rol are simply breathtaking. Either the author is an experienced sailor and passionate, he is documented in great style. He masterfully revives the passion navigation those who explored the seas in the most beautiful ships, at a time when a sailor was a profession of faith. The vocabulary is very accurate and a lot of technical words to me are largely passed over their heads, but they Part of the charm of the recovery, and they do not prevent you follow the smallest adventures.

For there, the adventures! The whole second half is full of surprises and adventures more thrilling. Several passages literally me breath! I was transported to the heart of a struggle against the storm, the ship construction and a more realistic collision pirate in a movie. I dare not tell you too much not to spoil the surprise, but in my case, I was simply swept away, and it is a rare but delicious feeling.

Finally, the only big flaw of this novel is that the second part has not been translated yet - I dare not try their luck in VO due to nautical terms - and that Subsequent episodes have not (yet) found a publisher. But they are already in my wishlist and I would advise you most warmly as: whether you like fantasy, navy or simply adventure, go for it.

short, I do not know if I have to say thank you to Livraddict and pocket book to have instilled in me a new addiction ... But if, because it's so good!



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the problem.

The problem I have.

Because yes, I have a problem.

I come back from a great night, really disgusting.

Super music, great atmosphere, I'm a little tipsy and full joy.

The handsome men, there are a tonne.

And while I'm near the stage and I dance, happy and carefree, my friend said that a man looks at me.

I turn my head subtly.

It is so beautiful.

Right in my type: tall, built, dark hair.

I gives him a little look, he maintains.

I turned toward the stage and continues dancing.

And there begins a struggle inside intense.

This should be simple, is extremely complex.

I'm zero at the "cruise".

I'm paralyzed, I do not know what to do and I have a absolutely incapacitating fear of rejection.

I misses lots of opportunities.

And after I whining that I'm single.

My discomfort is such I freeze I do not know what to do.

And I finally get my home in beautiful Calis after myself.

Calvary.

I went home by taxi with my friend and I explained the situation and, by extension, the taxi driver.

My friend told me that I had not much time to "develop a strategy to cruise," that's why.

I start to scream that it has no connection, that's just me who is Mongolian and pocket.

The driver is cramped ...

Tse

the guy is at my fingertips, he looks at me, I smile.

But obviously my brain runaway:

You're going to look dumb.

Worse not interesting.

You'll know what to say.

It goes super fast losing interest in you.

He'll find insignificant.

He certainly wants just a one-night anyway.

It must be a cruiser in series.

Etc, etc..

Osti, Calis what's my problem??

I have just come out of the bar and I backcrossed twice: once when you buy the disk group and the other Once outside because he smoked.

OSTIA TWO OPPORTUNITIES FOR CONTACT, ciborium!

But no.

I just took a look, a smile twice.

Cursed pie.

Especially at show where I went, there's not tons of guys who love beautiful and interesting this kind of music fly.

is as rare birds known.

Faque there I want ...

Fuck, I'm so frustrated.

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transvestite.

I look in the mirror surrounded by bulbs - a true mirror of cabaret - and I discover another face.

a certain masculinity, a lustful gaze.

My eyebrows disappeared under an impasto sticky and I feel my skin pulling on the sides.

I have a layer of foundation so thick, I think again career as a model for an embalmer.

My eyes are enlarged, my mouth is now immense, redesigned in my face trying to understand this new morphological mapping.

I'm not sure that I watch: me, my double trash version?

- We'll have to find you another name c'te face with one!

Maddy I look in the mirror and smiled.

- You'll get used to. At first, you got the impression that the face completely stuck and after the makeup and gently stretch it feels like part of you.

I looked all sides, it's very troubling.

I do not really know me.

As a temporary memory loss, as if my brain ever pedaled to successfully bring together the known pieces and finally get to say Ah! It was Mr. Everything is fine.

But it does not work too. I will get used.

Maddy looks at me and gently from his arms around me.

Her skin lightly touches mine, and still the same thrill when I feel his muscular arms completely shaved. It tickles and it stings.

In fact, just now it will be Maddy. Because for now, P.

P. warm, laughing, loving.

exchange it sometimes Maddy: beautiful, slightly haughty, aloof. Affecting only the tips of her gloved fingers almost always.

I got up slowly, I do not want to hang all around me.

The I wear dress that takes up so much space.

I feel my breasts, even if they are small, compressed into the corset.

I try to breathe, it's difficult.

- Always keep your back straight. Tall. It forces you to stay up all night and have impeccable posture. You'll want to die ... But my god are you going to be beautiful example ...

It gives me a wink.

I realize it's a balancing act: these men spend evenings, all day dressed in dozens of layers - like clothing makeup - that compress their bodies.

Close , small, thin, tall, muscular, skinny, short, long, whatever.

They emerge elegant, with legs that never end, forms to drool, hair silky and shiny, attitudes changed.

One becomes sharply slobbering, the other turns into woman in the world, becoming yet another sweet and shy.

characters, a split personality, alter egos?

What I can be in life everyday, I become in these trappings?

I do not know, but I confess that I feel this sense of freedom - even if I suffer my body - to do what I want, putting the responsibility on me who is this other born.

I think I put my hand on my face.

I feel like I have a mask placed on it.

In fact, it's a strange mask soaked into my skin.

I almost fear.

This transformation is decidedly unsettling.

I sit in the back of the box while P. Maddy becomes.

-

He sits on his bench and looks in the mirror.

He takes a tube of silver color, opens it and spreads a kind of foundation is very sticky, dense material - he also placed above my eyebrows - and it extends uniformly, which completely hides hers too.

It takes another foundation.

It evens complexion everywhere, almost sensually from the fabric of small hairline to neck, behind the ears to the nose.

It takes two small fabric impregnated foundation and move gently between his chest going up just above, forming the top of a heart.

- That's gonna be my breasts. You'll see just now.

For a few moments, his face almost looks cancerous. And its kind of incomplete heart is like a strange scar has healed poorly.

He then selects his colors and begin to disguise his eyes.

The brow line is repeated, light, feminine.

The eyelids are now shaded, deep black and all around the eye, a feeling of light soot.

A "smokey eye".

He looks at himself, looks up in the air to the mascara, look below to complete the key.

He looks over and lifts the corner of the eyebrow, takes a sexy attitude and seems visibly pleased.

I started slowly to emerge Maddy.

lips now.

His are virtually nonexistent at this time given the foundation that covers them.

He moistened lightly, gracefully, and draw a line - that defines his lips - much more broad and generous.

The lipstick is applied in small strokes with a brush and a sensual mouth and full displays.

He sends some kisses the mirror, crossed my eyes and also gives me a kiss on the fly.

He passes his hand through his hair short, assessing the work that remains to be done.

Light layer of brown on the sides of the face, a matter of refining the maxilla and zygomatic. Same thing on the sides of the chin and edges of the nose.

Apply a little foundation to further refine the whole.

A little pink on the cheeks and voila.

A light powder is applied all over his face and he closes his eyes while settles brilliance which radiate her makeup perfect.

- Worse?

- You're beautiful.

He smiled.

He rises slowly, like a solemn moment and begins to dress.

Obviously I would not attend the introduction of sex in the tiny undergarment that serves as support, everything is already done.

I see all the same his muscular buttocks which tend doing exercise to a first low-sticking colored skin on her legs shaved.

And a second. Then a third.

His legs now seem impossibly long and perfect.

He gently caresses up and down to ensure that low-tights are well drawn and smoothly.

He then takes a bra and puts it, placing fake boobs - squarely in the balls formed a sort of padding - and checking the "crack of boobs" he had made earlier.

He seems happy as he takes her dress .

Long, white, glitter everywhere, a long strip of feathers.

He handled delicately, as something highly valuable.

- It's so hard to have beautiful costumes without paying a crazy price! This, it comes from the wardrobe Guild. No kidding.

He looks again to the handlebars and down the zipper slowly.

He puts on a leg after the other being careful not to snag her stockings and back to a low of his kidneys.

He rechecked her bra and her breasts, adds a bit of foundation and moves his arms in the thin straps of the dress.

- You help me?

I approached slowly, trying not to burst into my corset and I carefully zip up.

Lean back and then passes her hands on her stomach, buttocks, its size, turns aside to contemplate the effect.

- Well, his hair now.

a long auburn wig hangs on the head a mannequin.

He grabbed gently pass a small brush in the hair that falls, silky.

He turns upside down and leans over to gently lay it on its head.

The adjustment, place the wicks, the slightly ruffled.

He approaches a pair of vertiginous heels and donned like slippers.

It outlines a few steps in front of the mirror.

- Perfect.

Before me stands a great woman.

Tall, slender, slightly salacious a glimmer in the eye, a proud carriage, insurance unsettling, almost a certain coldness.

- we go?

- Yes, I take my bag and I arrive P.

He looks at me slightly horrified.

- Oops. Maddy I mean.

She smiled, satisfied.

And out of the box with his feline approach. ..

* In memory of ancient friendship with Pascal (Megan), Francis (Virgin) and Mathieu (Dixie Lee) (now Gabrielle).

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Iron Man Legacy: inheritance funny ...

Start a new regular series for Iron Man in Marvel Heroes Extra # 5 .

Following a theft of technology (well, Stark Enterprises are both secure as Renault), Iron Man is seen morally obliged to intervene in transit, a small country in Eastern Europe, which is taking place in a serious ethnic conflict.

International tension is rising rapidly, especially as the Doom of Latveria threat to use force at all times to protect its interests ...

Well, we will not say more at the story, partly because it has nothing very exciting on the other partly because, finally, there are many things to talk about this journal. And first, the little speech from the beginning. Christian Grasse had to stay stuck in a chimney trying to play Santa Claus because it takes care of Giorgio Lavagna. We change the name but the obsessions are the same. Proof: we remade the film shot of the alibi. So when the pundits Panini (and Marvel also for once) they understand that this famous principle of so-called communicating vessels only works one way?

For if the readers of comics will indeed see generally adaptations to cinema the reverse is much more hypothetical. Moreover, all the people I know in my surroundings, and who have seen Spider-Man or X-Men on the big screen have not been provided to read comics. And then, I remember when I went to see Rasta Rockett is the same, I did not subscribe to much to Bobsleigh Magazine.

So much other stuff in the editorial, the guy shows us just the Avengers. Well, we say that this is not a bad idea for new readers, except that, in fact, the description comes down to "a team that fights evil." Ah well, we are inspired to dealers sticker! This definition can apply to almost all teams Marvel or all super-heroic teams of all publishers. And in addition to the gag ... there is absolutely no question of the Avengers in the narrative that follows. Paninienne logic.

Let us return to the principle of this new on-going. This adventure takes place in the past Iron Man (ben. .. as a First Class the coup, except that there, they called Legacy . Marvellienne Logic), specifically, when everyone still believes that Iron Head is a bodyguard for Tony Stark (for cons, he has built his first armor in Afghanistan, not Vietnam. Hop, a little help Doublethink !).

Why would you say? Well I am tempted to say there is none, because we know that nothing will happen really bad. Even if the arcs were exceptional, very well written, and that the authors took the opportunity to develop some original themes, but no. Here for example, in terms of guests, it was Dynamo Crimson and Titanium Man, in short, nothing but the very expected (and that's where it's stupid, because we, we know that these are traditional enemies of Iron Man, but the alleged players from around the cinema, they would not clap? So, s' they exist, it does them no good and we that we swells. Strike!).

To stage these battles sluggish and soporific, the House of Ideas has used Fred Van Lente and Steve Kurth. For this last , nothing to say, the drawings are quite correct. Let's move directly to the case of this good Fredo. Already, in the final paninien speech, it is described as "great writer". Nothing too surprising, since they speak to someone (unless it Straczynski ), one gets the impression that this is the eighth wonder of the world. He made some very good things that Van Lente, whether X-Men Black , on his recent visit Amazing Spider-Man or, in a very different, Super Philo . But he also wrote very average stuff (Wolverine Legac ... er, no, Wolverine First Class ) and even sometimes rather nazes (its Marvel Zombies frankly not the best of the series). Here he is in one of its moments rather Suck. We can look for hours, there is not the beginning of the beginning of every bit of interest in these five episodes. One does not start, it is not moved either, there is no suspense and even less practical interest (in this context, the common border between presented here Latveria seems difficult and Transit to reconcile with the clean Atlas Marvel ) is slack in the dish placed on the vacuum.

It's not terrible eh, you can read it, it's just bland and tasteless. The opposite of what we are entitled to expect a reading.

And the translation does not help, because, really, we can not say that there really mistakes, but turns of phrase are sometimes so crappy that even without saying it out loud, we feel they are unpronounceable and from the imagination down a translator without talent (no, not Jennifer is the other). Finally, when I say there are no mistakes, it is sometimes limited, as in the phrase "digging a black hole." A black hole it will not dig whore! it is formed! it's not something you will do in the garden with a shovel and a hoe!

All that to say that it really is not what will revive a stalled somewhat Marvelverse these days (let alone bring new readers to the editor).

A new series of which we hear no more in a few months which will give nothing interesting, the first arc is boring as possible and translated so laborious, what happens?

A comic which can largely do without.

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Good Plan: White Devil Comics

Before chronicling the day, a quick post to tell you about an online store: White Devil Comics .

This is a site where you can order comics (yes, saw the name, might be expected), with VO or VF, with the kiosk, and even the library publications quite old.

If I speak in this shop, it's actually because her owner decided August make a small gift to readers of this blog. Indeed, from today and during three months, for any order made, users will be offered a comic gift. To do this, simply specify, by mail, you just my part (no need to write a novel, a simple message with your details and the title "via Neault" for example will do).

friendly initiative that you're free to enjoy, discover the history of that series, maybe you would not have had the idea to address. O)

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Absurdity # 33: the French cousin

Summer 1998.

I'm 18.

I just spent the year fooling around at school in humanities, so to pass the 3 / 4 of my classes at the college cafeteria.

I know too much about what I m'enligne but my early summer promises to be meeting with my famous distant cousin.

Distant confused by family ties and because it comes from afar is a French woman.

She is 14, I 18.

She spends a month with us, because my parents thought it would be nicer for her to be with me than with my grandparents old and obviously not sorteux.

Say I anticipate this long period as an intensive babysitting.

I'm at an age when the idea is to join the fun my friend (s), go out, drink, party and not take care of a little younger than 4 years my junior.

In short, I'm not trying Pantoute.

-

On his arrival, I organize myself a face to not look too stupid.

My parents are responsible to pick her up at the airport and on my side I'll see her once she is at home, not before.

I try to imagine.

I am not sure what to expect.

I say we'll see bin.

-

I hear the car coming, my parents seem to unload the suitcases, my grandmother raves.

I not hear it, I wonder if it is there.

I think she may be shy and she dares not speak too much.

They enter.

I welcome them and falls on everything except what I had imagined.

I thought, I know, small, pretty girl indeed.

And now I have before me a real woman, huge tits bonus.

she just hides in a straightjacket SO evocative.

I'm 18, not too sure of my femininity even though I "pogne" anyway.

And the bimbo who lands.

Finally, I introduce myself anyway:

- D. Hi, my name is Mr. How are you? You did a good flight?

I understand nothing of what she says because she speaks as if she had a potato in his mouth.

- How?

- Yeah, right, all right ... The flight was shit, hell c'tait customs, what a mess, and there, well it took time. . Shit, damn, it's really the shit your system here ...

I see my parents and my grandmother that I confirm the view that, yes, we pogne the jackpot: a jaded Parisian.

Fuck, the beginning of this summer will be long as I can tell.

I knew not how.

-

course, starting and whining about everything, but really everything.

- It's no movie, damn!

- No, but it tastes like shit c'te food!

- Damn, you get shit here!

My mother, a teenager in crisis.

My father, an ill-bred.

Me: little paper tabarnak.

I'm already more capable after a day.

My parents try to be understanding with her and I stress gently but firmly, that I should get to meet my friend (e) s.

Esti.

I call the world and I told them that "French" is coming.

-

My friend V. picks me up with her boyfriend S.

Both greet me, appear to D.

She serves them an air of ass powerful enough.

It gets in the car, beside me V., French and her boyfriend back, question me a break, however small.

S. him it chatters and V. took advantage to slip a low

- Faque, s't'une mad?

- Wan.

- Are you the same all the time?

- According to you?

- Ishhh. Ok I seriously sympathize.

- Thanks Ben.

- A did you hair in the armpits as the real French?

- V!

- Ben what ....

We drive to get V's brother, a young man of 15 we hope to tape the French for the afternoon question to have peace and it shows his balls in this little prepubescent innocence, with no.

deceased were moved to Green Lake in the late City of St. Romuald on the south shore of Quebec.

A well-kept secret: a kind of lagoon blue, green version, and no Brooke Shields.

The French moved with his bimbo big balls in a suggestive bikini and asks if she can be topless.

Malaise.

She let them.

It is certainly too stuck to her, she looks quite felt contempt.

Calisse it is: we just want to piss off the .

's brother V. really look like a kid next to D, then there are not too put on a perfect game.

She chatters anyway, he seems to find common ground and she abandons sunbathing to go swimming with him.

V. watch them bicker off - the French launches cries suggestive - and said

- Esti, tries to top!

- Spa serious ...

- Well, I do not want to pervert my little brother either, I'm sure that's the bugs!

- V. ben you're dumb!

- Ben ... what

V. sends her boyfriend to scout suddenly.

We see them continue to bicker, S. Aboard also must say it seems to have a way to coax men around her.

V. and I have the opportunity to catch up on our respective gossip and sunbathing a bit.

the afternoon passes, the French are busy having fun with two guys, everything is correct.

Just before entering the car, I look good by showing up properly.

My eyes widen when I noticed two dark spots on her armpits.

We leave the car, I put loud music and am leaning towards V.:

- I'll confirm that it is a "real French".

V. look at me:

- Ark.

-

It comes in V., it DOMPE his little brother and we go home. My parents invite everyone to dinner.

The French turns and comes back with a package even lighter than before.

V. and I will try it the food down - we all eat in my room on the floor - and the time we go back, we find it évachée on my bed, stuck on S.

We look helpless, make a signs of distress and helplessness to V. who has sparks in the eyes.

I watch with eyes assassins.

It supports my gaze with a smile.

The p'tite christ. She knows what she does.

Dinner ends quickly enough and V. hurries go away with her boyfriend.

She whispers in her ear not want that and we left, promising to call the next day.

I put the plates and let the evil French to get by her party platform perspective.

-

2 or 3 days later the phone rang in my room.

I answer and hear someone sing a kind of generic action movies and then say:

- Armaguidoune! A French landed on earth and fucks everything that moves. Coming soon to a theater near you!

- Good, good. V. have you told?

is my friend J, a specialist in ridicule.

- Ben told me that some! What c'te chippies there? Take me there you'll see, you had me tame me there!

- Nope, no need, s'tune p'tite christ, that's all.

- Wan, Ben has just not at the bar with us tonight!

- Nanon j'la not lag.

- Good.

I hung up and told me that I have still nearly three weeks to hit me with her in the background.

Osti.

-

I decided to organize a party at my house and by extension, with my parents.

Good excuse, I say it's for the French, but in fact c is rather the anniversary of V.

My parents accept and will spend the night at my grandmother to let us home.

I invite all my world, it looks quite a party memorable.

I thought not say so.

-

There is a lot of people, the house is full.

The French quickly gets drunk and tries cruiser most guys who found there.

I take almost pity.

I go around my world, everything goes well, the evening takes off.

Later, much later, so really everyone is pretty drunk, I found myself outside with V. and J.

J. seems nervous, he wants to tell us something, it seems important.

It gently encourages.

He then pulled himself together and seems to have found a way to say what he has to say:

- V. Tse, remember this that told you wanted for your birthday?

- Uh ... ben ... I dunno ... no?

- Yeah, I'm sure you remember, you said that in Nias, tse a joke?

- Well, I say quite a bit of silliness J. then find that, well it's like a bad challenge!

She laughs, not include too much in benefits, while J. resumed his ideas by looking elsewhere - and stares at me, raising both hands seem to say "he is coming from where he is?".

I shrug my shoulders, as in misunderstanding it.

J. returned to the charge:

- Tse, you said that your party will love you for it to have a gay friend?

- Uh ... well yeah, but c'tait a joke there, j'trouvais qu'la girl in the film there, the film flies? tk, she was lucky that his best friend is gay and tell him all his business there ... Ben is just that ... Uh .. bin how?

- Ben ... you're going to get your gay friend!

- Uh ... Scuse, but not j'comprends ...

V. I look again. I smiled:

- From him he speaks V.

V. is in shock.

- You're ... 're ... wait minute there ...

- Yes, I'm gay V.

V. takes a while and suddenly, yet really drunk:

- Ouch! I have a gay friend! This is sick .. wow!

J. look at me turn smiled.

L'annonce a bien passé, il a détourné ça par l'humour, comme toujours.

Un beau moment, un grand moment.

Et la française débarque.

- J't'ai entendu! T'es une putain de tapette! Une tante quoi!  

En plus d'être méchante, insultante, elle lui gâche un moment précieux: la libération, le moment où il décide d'enlever son fardeau, le droit d'enfin exprimer ce qu'il est vraiment.

Je suis en tabarnak, I have no words.

is the first time in my life that I want to beat a girl and I feel that if it comes out, I'll finally understand why the battles between women are so violent.

J. withdraws further, V. approached and told me to drop it.

I went just a little wild French:

- Describes my view.

She staggers a little and goes away I know not where, frustrated and not quite aware of what she has to do.

Time passes, J. stands there talking to me and V.

A friend of J. part is a walk after bawled for 1 hour hearing that he was gay, she loved him for about 2 years.

Suddenly, someone comes to pick me.

- Uh, because your cousin garrocha bottles of beer on the house next door she screams worse we are all idiots ...

Calis!

I garrocha out course until she and pogne.

The party is so over.

-

I tell all this to my parents who are getting a lot of them slap the little shit exile.

Fly cigarettes in secret to my mother, beer in the fridge, stealing money, sends shit everyone, etc..

It supports the sentence, and we not know what to do with it.

My mother asks me for a final service, then learning that I go to a bar that night.

- Take-away.

- Oh Mom ... No!

- If-you-please.

is the tone that says I have not much choice.

Good.

I dragged along with us.

We go into a bar exactly where we always have before we enter ale 18.

We entered through the door to back away from the bouncers.

An older friend opens the door while someone watches and presto, it is within, without pay and, most importantly, without card.

We did this for 3 years, so 15 to 18.

But here, we repeated the trick because it is stiff and stuffed with p'tite christ.

We thus arrive at the bar and my friend gets inside for us to open the famous door.

While it waits behind the bar to get open, come what ever happened to us in 3 years.

Police.

Tabarnak.

The paddy wagon approaching, lights flashing .

- Police! What were you doing behind the bar?

- Uh ... we waited for friends to smoke a cigarette!

- No. You try to get into the bar, we saw you. Can I have your ID cards please?

I inwardly leaving coronation my wallet and my card. He looks at my cousin who, for once, shut his mouth.

- It counts for you too, maps.

I take a deep breath. The French is paralyzed. I have to take matters in hand, because it seems to have lost the ability to speak.

- It is not here.

- Do I have spoken to you? You, I said your cards!

- She has not!

- Hey, you sounded j'tai you?

In addition, I have a zealous pogne which has a power trip.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Calisse I am, I still same.

- She's not card because it has no age ok?

- Ah wah? It leads to minors in bars? You know that in addition to your fine for trying to illegally enter the bar, I can give you one for that girl bring it with you there!

He looks so happy the Calis.

I'm in the shit. Because of a p'tite fucking tiring and more.

After I gave a talk at the bar violence, corruption worse many other cases, the officer decides to let the fine but to call my parents to make me moral.

It calls to me about being more moralistic, but it does not respond. That evening, my parents work until midnight, so they are not there.

The policeman let us go, but says he'll still call my parents to tell them what I did wrong.

The evening ends on a shish Taouk depressing and not very late and a homecoming stressful.

We arrive and my parents are lying.

Tomorrow's sermon.

-

The next day I get up while still asleep and my cousin's father welcomed me into the kitchen.

- Good morning ...

- Hi ...

- Wicked yesterday evening like this ...

- wan ...

I'm afraid of what he will say.

- ... So, why have you called the police?

- Yes ...

- Y told you what?

- Well, there's just enough time to tell me not being brought girls of 14 years in bars, it was not an environment for them and you'd been wrong high thinking of doing business well.

- How does it "just in time"?

- Ben, because I sent it sucks.

I am incredulous.

- Uh, shit you sent?

- Sure! Hey, it will teach me not to do my role as a father to him there! J'lui said that girls of 14 years doing business ben worse than just walk into a bar that's too bad about it that we should focus too bad squealing patience.

- Uh .. . ok. You're not angry?

- why not?

Saved.

-

Tomorrow is the beginning of the last two weeks with her cousin.

My father brings the evening to a show at the Festival of Quebec Summer.

Surprisingly, they come really early and cousin drove into her room, screaming.

I will see my father.

- Let's see, what happened?

- We listened to a show, the music was super good and suddenly African rhythms in the tune to put bad miss to say racist comments and forth.

- Ok .. worse after?

- Well, I yelled to everyone, zero tolerance for it myself, and I told him we came home now and that from tomorrow, from your grandmother it will be bored for the next two weeks.

The case was settled well cousin.

soon in dompée grandmother, soon forgotten.

No touching goodbye at the airport, no wrenching farewells.

In my family, when we cut, cut.

I've ever reviewed.

She called me a few years later, when I visited Montreal.

She told me that I had it been like a sister to her.

I said it was the bullshit and I thought no more of it that she the thought of me.

She never restored to new.