Next morning i wake up a little blurred. This have to come from the joint and beer yesterday. And also my chest hurts a bit. But i donīt care at first. I look around and see that Carlos is shaving himself. I didnīt have to shave me every day. Only 2 times a month. But today i see that there are stubble in my face. Maybe puberty i think. And i am hungry as fuck.
I asked Carlos: "When do we get our breakfast."
Carlos answers: "In 30 minutes, in this time you can shave and wash your self"
"Okay", i was surprised. I have shaved 4 days ago and usually you donīt have stubble in this short time.
I take off my shirt and see the next surprise: I have a little tattoo on my left chest. Los Zetas is written there. I donīt know what this means, but i like my tattoo. I want more and asked Carlos: "What does this tattoo mean and did you make it?"
He says: "Yes i have a self-made tattoo machine and after you slept in i made it. Its the name of the gang.
"oh okay. i like this tattoo so much. I want more of them. I want to become a member of the gang."
Carlos answered: "Time by time, buddy".
While i am shaving i noticed, that i am looking a bit more tanned, but on my whole body. But i also ignore this.
Then we get our breakfast. It was bread with yogourth. It doesnīt taste to bad, but tacos would be better, i thought.
I wonderd why tacos. Carlos sat there and smiled at me.