S for Spain: Men will be men

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It’s my first time at the festival. I’m only seven. Not Years. Kilos. Dad lays me down on the street next to Pablo. I hate Pablo. Barely a day older and acting as if he’s more experienced with the ladies. Pablo sticks his tongue out at me. I make ugly faces at him and look away. Up ahead, Nancy’s mom, Tanya, is bringing her over for the festival too. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Pablo inching closer to me freeing up space to his left for Nancy. The diabolical devil. I inch closer to him myself. Now there’s more space on my right. A few feet away, Nancy’s mom stops at the sidelines. Pablo and I exchange disgusting looks and edge away.

It’s my first time at the festival. I’m only twenty-nine. Years. Not kilos. My nine-month old Daniel lies in wait. Next to that dumbhead Alejandro’s kid, Pablo. There are eight kids lined in a row, a jump distance of maybe six feet. I tie up my shoe laces. To my right, the dumbhead does the same. He licks his thumb and uses it to smooth his eyebrows, flicking a smile at Tanya. As if she would ever fall for that, what an idiot! I can’t wait for him to make a fool of himself. As my turn comes, Tanya smiles at me. Knowing that Alejandro is watching, I wave at her, give him a smug smile and go for the jump. 1-0.

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