Well, here´s my first entry of this journal, and I fell very weird because, it´s like all my emotions are mixed: I feel anxious, sad, apathic, angry, but happy to be alive.

The past saturday in the night, I gone to a local bar to see one of the baseball game of the venezuelan tournament. Just at the end, three man come with guns in the hands, they locked all in the bathroom. I feel like my end was near, luckily, they took what they can and get loose. no one was harmed, but i fell very scary.

They only took some money, one or two watches, one wedding ring, cash from the register machine and my PSP. The police came, see and do nothing.

I feel like s**t, and later talking with the others I found out that was a vengeance against the owner of the bar because he had very bad humour, and they say to him "this is because you like to be mean with venezuelans" (he´s chinese).

But, what the hell, I´m alive and it´s all that counts, the material stuff you can buy, not your life.

See ya, dear artists.