THE DOOM THAT CAME TO...(?)

Was it a doom? I´m not sure. But I said I was goint to tell you a sleazy story of how I came to be sacked of a ten year job as journalist, didn´t I? So...

There´s really not much to say. In ter years acting as reporter, responsible for the Cultural session, photographer and illustrator for a fifth rate newspaper in my home town, directed by a demented man, I got fired on the grounds that the guy didn´t like me (so, why endure ten years of my presence in his premises?). That´s it.

Well, let me add that I did put some pressure to be sacked. Yeah, I know, it´s a bad thing not to have a monthly salary, but that was the only thing in which I was interested for the last three or some years I´ve stayed. Working ambient was becoming more and more umbearable, lots of scoundrels surrounding me, wanting my job, envy of the things I did, et. al.

And the politicians were also crazy with the way I used to write about their misdeeds, concealing some names once in awhile. I´ve never accepted any bribery and my "colleagues" did it all the time, so the fact that I didn´t was bothering them. What the hell, how come I am an honest guy, right? My mistake, uh? Don´t you think so...? No?! Well...forget about it.

The guy who didn´t like me, the owner of the newspaper, is member of a so called "imperial family", which doesn´t mean he has blue blood, but very bad blood running through his veins. These people are troubled by centuries of incest, marriages between members of a same family, which causes the blood to weaken, or so scholars say. Must be true, taking into consideration the ten years I´ve dealt with one of that kind. 

Well, I don´t have blue blood. I´m just a common guy, who likes to read and write, draw and read comic books, listen do CDs of jazz, electronic music, a little bit of rock´n´roll here and there, sleep with my wife and working as a translator (English, Spanish, French, Italian), when there is work as such available, which isn´t very often. OK, so I´m difficult to live with, most people think so, and I know it´s true. I´m not perfect. Are you?

I just want a place in the sun, man. (But as far away as possible from members of any given "imperial family"!).