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m forty, I'm beautiful , seductive , fun , friendly , smart , outgoing, go where I draw attention particularly of women , they adore me , idolize me , and all the academic and scientific community . If there really is a God , I was touched by all its glories and blessings , my family is upper middle class , very united and intact , I'm a lucky guy . I am a very vain man. I love compliments . My ego is too vain . Any idiot can win me with lies and liars and even compliments , I like to hear them . It is a sign that , somehow , want to get something out of me , and think it is a sign that I have something more to offer , or the illusion that I have something more to offer , and it flatters me . I have a very inflated ego to be considered an intellectual respected by academia worldwide , when overdone in my 15 years Glenrothes then, all my theories fall apart , I'm insufferable , arrogant , nor seem that simple genius, humble , caring , which uses simple, accessible words to communicate . Turn a cad unmannerly without many scruples , I join the crowd , utter flowery words to show me, but do not speak bad words , there would be too incompatible with my education degree . My family never let out any word of profanity within the walls of the house and I can almost guarantee that not outside it. That does not stop me from taking a poke at first they do talk some bullshit in my presence , since words do not reach , we use signs to understand.
One of these days , late at night , after having taught classes for a group of postdoctoral , a public university here in Rio de Janeiro , decided to stop in a bar . I chose a table outside the establishment on a sidewalk and ordered two shots of brandy .
Only had Dreher . No outline, it occurred to me suddenly , an idea that would get me to the list of the great geniuses of mankind , still taken by ecstasy screamed : " Wonder" - I could see that the bar patrons and passersby looked at me astonished . I searched my molesquine fast and pen, my tablet , a napkin , my cell phone , laptop , anything to write it down and hold it . I look around and , in a second, the idea dissolved to become a gelatinous phosphorescent material environment full of letters , mathematical symbols , musical notes , making sounds , and many unintelligible sounds , every time changed known or unimaginable , forms ran , ran , as could have flown or had disappeared , disintegrated , but lucky for me , still seen around the corner , take the human form of a beautiful woman in a cab and go toward the South Zone I felt an overwhelming desire for her and my attention was diverted for a moment , but came back to me , because I recognized to be an illusion . Desperate , I waited another taxi and spend even remembered that my car was parked in front of the bar. I waved , and thought, " They must be in the tunnel Santa Barbara ." Inside the tunnel , located the vehicle and asked the driver steer parallel to it . Soon after another taxi stopped and saw my idea to rush out again and hitting the streets , I stopped , I paid the race without picking up the change , and shouted : " Come here, thug , you're mine " - What had already become a little dragon lamp ten centimeters. He stopped , distracted, was all desert , dawn was announced , it was very cold in the dead of winter , wanted to catch it with cupped hands , slowly , the (returning to the idea of Ideas ) grabbed the tip of the tail , would swallow her , opening his mouth wide , but it slipped through his fingers , frowned at me with mocking thumbs pressing cheeks stretched , her little hands shaking , gyrating and showing the rear and to my dismay , leaped close to my face and fell into a culvert , leaving the opposite side of the road. 've Rushed towards him and did not notice a car coming at high speed towards me , passed me and thanks to the Holy Spirit , your mirror just tore a piece of my jacket. I stumbled a bit, but was determined to hunt her down . Disappeared ? Where would she be ? I notice something moving behind a tree , go down there and a voice asks: " Mister, has changed for me " Glad it was not a thief , just missing this ! Again I saw my trapped in the corner of a fence of a building under construction idea . I said, " You're scared , are not you? I own you , I'll protect you ! " At that moment she was huge, transparent , light , roaring and breathing fire , so that the whole city could see her , looked at me , I felt it my end as threatened stepping on me , protected his head with his arms and hands , an instinctive gesture, but miraculously disappeared . I could still see the tip of his tail there on a pole entering a telephone line . The next day my idea was circulating the Internet the other younger and more handsome genius I received the credit.
I'm sure that soon soon another fantastic idea appears to me . And I 'll leave to transit around myself , I will assign the patent rights to some charity , some altruistic NGOs ... Rhum , idea son of a bitch !
