Chapter 2

Jose wondered the streets looking for his brother. He had not had anything to drink or eat for days, for he had spent all his money at the casino. “Yo necisito agua!” He screamed. At that point his brother walked up to him. “Paco, mi hermano! Yo necisito agua! Te gusta un doler por favor?”

“No Jose, tu muy horrible en mi, en tu no guapo, hahaha.”

Then Jose’s friend Ricardo joined them.

“Ricardo! Yo necisito agua!” Ricardo handed him a dollar and stalked off, for he had a date with a hooker. Jose immediately ran to the nearest beverage dispense system, AKA, a soda machine and slid in his dollar. The machine spit it out back at him.

“Cono!” He swore. He tried again to see the same results. “CONO!” He screamed louder. He tried this three more times each resulting in failure to retrieve his icy beverage. “ARGH! Stupido puto, vendeho cono!” he screamed every curse word he, or I, know at the machine. He ran away from the machine and could of sworn that he heard silent laughter coming from the machine.

HA! I have succeeded in writing an entire chapter, although short, in Spanish! Yay!