muskee

I'm inside san andreas and i have a jetpack, I land on a bridge and look down at the highway. Cars passing by and I notice a green car with a beautiful driver, I fly over and sit next to her. Black lond hair, skinny, white, shining eyes, flawless face.
So i started singing to her Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls jaja. I got her to smile and laugh then i asked her for her name. She said (it was something like fragie, fergie) . She worked at a telephone company and i said "are you the companies model?"
-no , jaja
-I'm just at the call center, but i'm working on being a model (and smiled)
She drove to her company , we got out of the car and she told me to go with her to the wedding being held in the companies salon. We entered, a nice white decoration was giving life to this place, and some people dancing. We sat on a separate table and noticed my family was on the table in front of us, my dad stood up, he saluted me and said out loud :
-When i was young and crazy like my son, i was the type of person that came to a party at 8pm and left at 8am.
-one day i was talking with a stranger that asked me: Have you ever thought what would happen if you arrived at that party after 8 pm?
-And I immediately thought this stranger was retarded and stupid so I left.
-But what that man said, left me thinking a lot, It took me plenty of years before I answered his question, and the lesson i want to give you, the answer to his question is time.