One day when I came back to the apartment in order to resume my work from my night perambulation through the park, an unanticipated scene was waiting for me. When I stepped into the room, a stark-naked Gerardo was lying on the bed and watching TV with vacant eyes. When I saw his ugly naked body, uncontrollable laughter assaulted me, and I let myself burst out laughing at him uproariously. And I said, with tears in my eyes, “Oh my God! You’re so disgusting. Cover yourself up, man!”
He seemed utterly crestfallen and seemed not to care about anything, including showing off his shrunken stallion. He glanced at me and muttered, “Have you ever really felt down in the dumps in your life?”
“Yes, I have. Anyway, please cover yourself up for God’s sake. Please, Gerardo!”
“What’s the difference if one wears fancy clothes, or if one is naked when he has no hope for his life?”
“Okay, okay, my friend. I understand your spirit is all torn up somehow, but right now, I need you to cover yourself up, so that we can discuss your gloomy prospects. Gerardo, please behave like a human being.”
“Selfish son of a bitch! You don’t let me be naked in my own apartment!” he cried out. “I’m trying to live as a primitive form of life anyway. Okay, I’ll dress, shit!” With that, he reluctantly picked up his clothes and started putting them on with ostentatious slowness, like a rebuked child.