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– Mister… Jose, right?

– Yes barman, I'm still here. – Said this guy with so much rude.

– What bring you to us? Where are you from?

– I? Is that so hard to guess? I'm from Mexico, Tom! Pour me some more. And, where am I? I remember only that I went for a long time by one road. It was very cold, then so hot that it wasn’t able to go. It was so difficult for me for the first time in my life. I probably had got a sunstroke. Or got a bullet in my head and it's all just dreaming to me! Ahahahah… A chilling laugh gripped the whole room. It must have been a joke, right? But I somehow didn’t want to laugh. The laughter was so creepy that Mr. Rendell got awoken from scare and become a little sweating.

– Jose! Don’t scare us like this, buddy. From such killing laugh you may bring my body to grave in a one second. Not at resentment …

On minute again was silence. And then sharply, like thunder, in whole room was once again spreading this frightening laugh. But on this time, he was softened by the laughter of Rendell himself – he probably thought that the joke was funny. I again had nothing to say and didn’t understood this. People are still so incomprehensible.

Ahah, ah you're funny, Rendell. Humor – this is what life so often tries to wrap away from us, but it still within us even through all these troubles… This is why I like you, man. Okay, just sit, talk and rest… I'll go pick it up. thanks for drink, Tom.

Rendell was surprised and asked with interest:

– Oh, so you're playing? And behind you are… Case! Musician, how cool! Come on, we won’t interfere!

– Mr. Jose, uh, we have a small scene. If it will be more convenient for you there – you are welcome.

– My friend, please, go to the scene, we ask! – At Rendell’s voice was heard trembling and delight.

We were left alone, and the Mexican went crusting his guitar. Let's just say, the acquaintance was not ordinary, but music in the bar is always welcome.

What a strange story and funny joke can come in head if I told you that the shepherd went into the bar at night? What did he forget here? And It’s true: what can the minister of the church do in such place. Well, I'm used to seeing up different strange misters here, but it was the first time I saw him. In my bar went one like this. He was dressed in worn blue jeans with black shirt and with white collar (the classic element of the priest's costume), and brown boots. There was a book with red cross, tattered, you could see that it was the old one. Green eyes, smile with white teeth stretched to sharp ears on square face, short hair, and big scar on neck and under the temple. So, he came, sat down, ordered a drink:

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