Coffee and Comrades

The first entry.

Well, before I opened the notebook and started typing, I really thought it would be easy to write a book, I mean, there are more than 50.000.000 writers in the whole World, and that doesn't even count the little children that have to write poems for their school's homework every holiday, so, it's only words, right? Words, words, pages, words, paragraphs, did I say words already? Anyway, I think i'm dodging the subject, the thing is: I don't really know how to start writing, but writing all of this down it's a start already, right? Let's then begin with the subject that will have the biggest number of apearences in this book:

Coffee

PS: just kidding, LEMON

PS: not really kidding.

PS: that's how that slang is written, right??

  Okay, now i'm really going to start by the two most important things in this little thing: me, and my best friend/ pal/ co worker/ man I steal food from, Miguel! I'm going to start with him (yeah HHAAHAHAHAHHA, I know you thought I'd start with me right? right? yeah HAHAHAHAAHA enjoy the suspence)

Name: Miguel Wyvernfell (uaivernféu - for portuguese and ?????? languages)

Age: nobody knows, legend has it that he saw the end of dinossaurs.

height: smaller than me.

Hair: I swear I saw a bird sleeping there one time.

Clothes: okay, +1 point for him there, he wears social shirt, tie, and suit EVERYDAY of the year, even on summer?? And even when the guy's home he still wears the same sweater and the same baggy pants.

Likes:

1 - Books, his favorites are: Macbeth, study in scarlet, 4 hours of sleep is ideal for my mental and physical health and that's not just a lie that I tell myself (I like that one too)

2 - Drawing, he is always drawing small cats (even on our case files) and tells me how one day he wants to have 3 kittens. He just doesn't know he's allergic- come on, who never stole his friend's medical result and removed the part that says ''alergic to cats'' to not make him have his dreams and hopes destroyed?

3- working (???), when we get a new case he gets OBSESSED with it until we solve it, he barely eats, or drinks, or smokes, or anything during it, I mean, it's bad? I suppose, maybe I should get him fired like the good friend I am. But he stops smoking when he gets a case, so that's good?? (I thought he'd smoke more while in a case, isn't that how logic should work?)

4- history.

*

''so, this is basicly the entire story of the roman empire''

Miguel said, pointing at all the notes he had wrote on our black board (it's 6 meters long) that he had explained to me in the last 2 hours.

''...woah, you're so... knowledgeable!'' I replied after letting my melt down brain dry for some moments.

''Thanks, I think?''

''don't get me wrong, but, is there a historic of autism in your family?''

*

Romantic envolvements:  he liked homework back in school.

Profession: private detective (maybe I should have told that several itens ago), graduated at Harvard at the Law subject.

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Name: Chara Thornvalle (Kera Tornvãiel)

Age: between 0 ~ 100

Height: taller than MIguel

Hair: shoulder lenght (messier than miguel's, I had a kitten named Garry and he slept in my head every night)

Clothes: - 1 points for me. I just grab the first thing I see in my chair, until Miguel scolds me for not looking professional in front of our clients. (Funny guy)

Likes:

Shooting, I like shooting those beer cans you find on the floor downtown, I don't have to pay for them, and I don't go arrested because I have a gun license (I had to take one after I got arrested and Miguel payed my bail.)

Sleeping, I can go anywhere when i'm sleeping!

Playing chess with Miguel, I always win, because he is always making a super mega extra power strategy to beat me up and I just move randomly any s**t on the board.

Romantic envolvements: Miguel, I guess?? One time, we had an entire month without clients, NO CLIENTS = LITTLE MONEY = LITTLE FOOD, but lucky us, it was july, and july = valentine's day. And a cafeteria near our apartment was offering a discount for couples on that day. I had the ideia, both for pretending we were together, and to pretend Miguel had anger issues and that's why he was pissed and not because I pretended we were together. So we were tecnically a couple for 30 minutes?? Then Miguel broke up with me, that's why i'm straight, men are so dramatic! 

PS: that would kinda count as a romantic envolvement for miguel too?

Profession: private detective, graduated on: (insert any college) at the subject: (insert any subject), Trophy of Spelling kind (2th grade)

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   Miguel and I have known eachother since diappers, literally, our parents were already friends before we were born, so when we were babies, we already saw eachother, played with eachother etc... we went to the same elementary school, and after that we were on the same class in intermediate school and the same in high school, well, Miguel, as strange as it seems, had actually many friends, everybody liked the guy, he was smart, handsome, funny, and everything, think of a good quality! Miguel was that. And me? I had what the teachers called ''personality'', just kidding, I was a complete idiot, I was rude without noticing, I had no filter, I had 0 style, if it wasn't for Miguel, I think that no one would even take a seat in my side during all my time in school. We got some time apart when he went to Law school, but I was at his graduation, it's funny to think that I thought he'd be a lawyer, it really isn't Miguel's type, he is too fair for this, to be a defense attorney and defend b******s that should be in jail, and to be a prosecutor and atack an innocent. So, what did he do?

*

''Chara, hey, I know it's late, but can we talk? It's important..''

I looked at my friend that stood on the doorway and shrugged.

''Sure, come in, Migs, what's up?''

He sighed heavily when sat down next to me on my couch.

''I don't know what to do''

''Uh, become an attorney? You literally just graduated at Law college, din't you do it to become one?''

''I thought I did, but now I just.. I just can't see myself in a court, defending or atacking the wrong person''

''...That's...tough? So what do you plan on doing?''

''If we want to do justice, then we should do it with our own hands, don't you think?''

I chuckeld and raised my eyebrows.

''you're saying for us to become vigilantes? Because that'd be dope''

''No, you wind head!''

*

   That night he explained to me his ideia of becoming a detective, along with me! I got his point, I mean, I really get him, maybe this way we could make some money, and help people. I was really glad for his invite for another reason as well, that I din't told him: I was unemployed, somehow, I got fired from every part time job I got (once I got a job in a market, as revenge for getting fired, I stole some snacks from there. Don't tell the cops. Or Miguel. Maybe I shoudn't have wrote this down?)

  And since them, August of 2009, we are co workers and roomies! We made the ''agency'' at my apartment, since it was from my parents, and it was already paid and all. And thats it, friends for whole life and co workers for 15 years, that's a lot!

  So, this was the introduction, tomorrow, i'm going to write probably one of our cases or anything like that, goodnight!

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