Too big for his britches

What they could not take away from me in that fucking institution were the two drops of ingenuousness with which my mother bored me. Although, thinking about it, those two drops would come in the 'information' that my father had to contribute for me to present myself in this world. Because of them two, I have no doubt that my father was the most naïve. That's what I realized over the years.

It is true that if we live in a society of wolves, you have to behave like a wolf, and my life with those mongrels adapted to what they asked me to do. I had to be smarter than those gormless and, above all, the biggest dumb that was the top dog. I had to bite my tongue and pretend I was happy within the system in order to carry out my plan.

I say this because only a few days ago I was pleasantly surprised that a friend of a friend of mine wanted us to go to see a painting exhibition. Previously I had coincided with this person two or three times and that's it.

At first I thought that my person was nice enough to the friend of my friend —something that comes very well to the self-esteem of every man-Jack— but, alas!, the invitation had a hidden interest: we were not going to be all three at the same level, but this man  —my friend's friend— wanted to be above us and take a guided tour to stop us, almost exclusively, in his work. Yes, he had been selected and didn´t know how to air his feat. All said and done. My self-esteem was not reinforced and that of the 'artist' would be overflowing.

From my Borstal.

LDR