He uttered sarcastically, “Shogo, I have to teach you everything, ha-ha-ha. Anyway, you’re interrupting my story. I just wanted to tell you that fucking Luis didn’t fuck any girls in Cuba, too.”
I was resentful because of Luis’s stupidity and exclaimed, “What? Sissy didn’t want to get laid in Cuba as well! How come? I’ve started considering that he might be gay, you know.”
He was laughing at my remark.
“You’re on the right track, man,” he said affirmatively, “I’ve suspected it for a long time. I believe he is gay. Anyway, I told you that he is inclined to do opposite things from other people; these nights in Cuba, everyone wanted to get laid, so naturally Luis wanted to show us that he, Luis Lopez, is different from mediocrities and doesn’t need such an empty pleasure because he is occupied with more important things, ha-ha-ha. I don’t care about that gay anymore. Let him do whatever his fancy dictates. I wish to Christ that he can leave this earth as a virgin, ha-ha-ha. That is his lot!”
I was getting tired and said, “Let’s go home, my friend. I am a little sleepy. But don’t forget he is your friend, so you should give him another chance, okay? Even if he is gay, he is your best friend, you know.”
His anger was alleviated somewhat, and he was getting drunk. And he started jabbering, “What? You want leave your friend alone here, who still wants to talk with you more, you, selfish son of bitch, ha-ha-ha. But, Shogo, we must go to Cuba, okay? Even if nobody wants to go there, we must go. Who cares if there will be only two of us? The essential thing is that we have to enjoy, you know. In April, perhaps? Wait, man! Fucking Luis wants to be an eternal virgin, pufi! It makes the invoice maker filled with loathing. One more drink, man! Shogo, you can fuck many girls in Cuba, you’ll see. I am really sure that fucking Luis is gay, you know.”