The unlikely Tony lies dying on the floor, dirty and filled with huge pools of blood, with the right hand tries to get back to you abdomen ripped open, quell'instricabile bloody tangle of guts that until a few minutes before was part of his digestive system, knows he is doomed, the rats begin to walk around retrieved by the smell of blood, began nibbling here and there, he shouts, swears, writhing in the grip of pain, with an extreme effort extends his arm, grab his Smith and Wesson , pointing the barrel at the front, keep it pressed right between the eyes , takes the safe, close to the trigger finger and press firmly. Tony is happy, he thinks to have done, think it was all so quick and painless way to not to have even noticed, but it is a fleeting feeling, just one second you realize that you have failed, the weapon is discharged. A big rat's rooms on his face, shooting lashes on her face, bites into an eye, everything now is dark, except for a metal music in the background, the credits appear, you The lights in the room, people noisily rising from their seats and began to crowd in a slow procession toward the exit, and within minutes the room is completely empty, form, quick start to clean the room before the next screening , began his round from the front, those at the top, not just get to clean the two files below, you realize that there still remained a spectator in the room, is completely relaxed in his chair, his head is up, the mouth is open, it seems dead, the officer of the room fast approaching man exclaims, "Damn, you want to see that this old man is dead, he saw this shit film and the heart was not right ..."
The boy knocks on the shoulder, the old has no reactions, touching his wrist, but can not hear any beat, and then thinking that it was a heart attack, the closer your hands at the sternum and starts make a lot of pressure on his chest, trying to imitate the resuscitation that has seen it done many times on TV.
Suddenly the old man jumps up and says, 'But do you know what the hell are you doing, you think this is the way to wake people up! Breed imbecile "
" Wake up?? But she was sleeping? I thought he did a heart attack? "
The old man from a touch superstitious attributes, stretches le braccia per riprendersi dallo stato di torpore, si alza e guardando il giovane esclama:
“Ragazzo ci vuole ben altro che un film horror per far schiantare il cuore del qui presente Santata, vedi, la morte mi ha sorriso più volte, ma io, l'ho sempre mandata a farsi fottere!”
Il tipo sembra perplesso, guarda Santana e pensa: “ Questo qui é fuori completamente, come cazzo si fa ad addormentarsi al cinema con gli speaker che ti sparano 5000 watt nell'orecchio???”
Intanto Santana s'è rialzato e si avvia verso l'uscita della sala, discende le scale principali, passa davanti al box office, si avvicina al banco del bar, schiocca le dita per richiamare l'attenzione della barista e le dice:
“Non è che oltre a quegli schifosi pop-corn transgenici, avete anche delle liquirizie?”
La tipa lo guarda sorpresa e risponde:
“Come scusi?”
Santana replica “Lascia stare, fammi una birra... Mi raccomando non fredda, ghiacciata”
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