By patozo on Skatehive
Letter to Veronica, the Choir Girl In my teens, I saw it all, from a drunken father who told the best stories to some who clearly chose the wrong profession. More than one should have been a philosopher instead of a priest, but anyway, this little letter is for Veronica. If you remember, back then the girls wore their best dresses and lots of makeup to attract the most sought-after heartthrob, who, unfortunately for me, was never me. Haha. I had all the characteristics to be completely ignored. I was ugly, poor, and weak. Of course, with time and a lot of effort, I can now say that I'm also old. Hahaha. The truth is, when it came to dancing the waltz, all the girls would just sit there waiting for Adrián to be free, and in the end, they'd leave without dancing. You, on the other hand, decided to dance with me. Oh well! You said, but what I understood was that I was the love of your life. That day was the happiest of many during my teens up to that point. That week I spent my time washi