When Alfred Deserted Me

Deserted by Alfred It was not my fault I had no shoes And the police stopped and asked and since it was none of their business I naturally told them eff off. was handcuffed and put in a police car, - which was more cooling than the asphalt, after all, it was October in Albufeira. I thought this is a perfect movement when a father defends his son but Alfred who refuses to be my father had gone home I was left to explain this ridiculous case, but luckily the Portuguese police force felt sorry for me and let me go. Next day I bought a pair of sneakers in a Chinse shop and my father who refuses to be my father was wearing my leather uppers.