Story of a killer in the area

This is the story of a killer roaming around in the city scaring people. People were too scared to get out of their homes.

4/23/20244 min read

Well guys, I'm going to take my love failures and my successes with humor, always with a wallet involved. I already forgot all this and I assure you that if I have been able to erase things like this from my memory, you should be able to overcome any normal breakup.

The following experiences that I had with a hitman were too embarrassing for me to share them in public, I take advantage of this place to do so since at the same time I consider that they should not be anchored in oblivion and for the moment I can remember them with great clarity.

Imagine the typical shitty linnet, okay? Everything that could happen to a piece of shit has happened to me. I have so much to tell that I don't even know where to start, for now I'll tell you about my last big failure, okay?

Well, you all know the badoo page, I have used it several times and well I have always ended up in the friendzone, from this you can already deduce that I am not a slob. I met a girl, typical, she was Ukrainian, she knew seven languages ​​and she was very attractive, I talked to her, I got her number and well she liked me so much so I decided to go see her (she lives in Torrevieja okay? I'm 18 years old) her name was krystina and I thought he loved me, there are two elements to take into account within this story.

I treated her with true affection, I have always done it with whoever I loved and I really loved her, I said really beautiful things to her, no one can beat me by saying beautiful things and she loved me so I went, she said why don't you come? and I went.

The second element is that she wanted a hitman to abort her, it was cheaper for her to get him here so I paid for the trip there and she gave me the money back. He loved me a lot, or so he said while he was on the bus to Torrevieja (I'm an idiot, I know, I suspected it but I couldn't imagine it was so ****, seven hours by bus by the way, from Atocha, not to mention the whole story from the beginning) I will tell you in order what happened best.

16:00 After reserving a double room at the hotel called "I don't know what" and having paid my Alsa ticket, I go to a town in southern Madrid to get the dog, it's Sunday and with luck I catch the last bus that goes to that place away from the hand of God to meet the dog's uncle, a golden one who brought me a fat, affable, tattooed, ignorant man, one of those people who only knows what he has lived day by day, someone who "eats, sleeps, ****** and live" he tells me about experiences being a bus driver for ALSA and tells me what a "what a trip" I'm going to be on and that "that Ukrainian friend is very distrustful"

20:00 Yes, it was quite long the whole way and the best thing was carrying the **** dog inside the plastic box, it was heavy like a fucking devil and everyone was saying "oooooooooo cute"

Finally, as I paid for the bus ticket through Paypal, the woman in cards tells me that I do not appear on the list, management errors and that she recommends paying with cash or card. After all the stuff I get on the bus and it's over.

23:00 Once there I meet a girl who was with a guy, they were making out all night in the seat in front of me, it was fucking uncomfortable, they put the seat back and I was crushed. Nothing more to say, I spent the trip reading and grating on existential thoughts while looking out the window.

7:00 I get there and ask the taxi drivers about the hotel, I have no **** idea, on the website it said that if I didn't go after having booked they would take the money (about 200 euros to be exact)

I stare at the sea, with the dog, and idealize how wonderful our meeting would be. A romantic movie plays out in my head, while a bunch of naked Russians swim a few meters away from me.

I don't have a battery on my cell phone so I try to look for the hotel that in the end was not in Torrevieja but to take the ass to the right, it was called the tower and by the way the area is really poorly connected, one bus a day passed through there so the meeting thing was screwed considering that I had to pay for a taxi almost daily.

I arrived at the hotel where the owner was that same hitman, but they told me after "you don't show up" that he was there but on the computer, which was strange for that to happen. (You will have deduced that my 200 euros went to shit) Nobody recognized the name of the hotel, they told me that what I mentioned was a town and that the only hotel there was the tower.