Biffy Clyro Mountain Sheet Piano

Arguments Beautiful

is true that the business of food and drink is endless: no one will ever eat, at least while there is some force in his pockets. And drink, or say. We know of many who prefer to quench the fire of thirst or falling off the simple desire to drink before their hunger. And people who like drinks fall to spend their pennies before anything else. In short and to shorten it a good time, seems to invest the money in a tavern-restaurant is a good way to secure the future. It is true that the initial problem is so large as to raise the money to mount the damn restaurant, but that it is a story in itself.
Salvador José Petit, 44, had already exceeded that initial obstacle, for from a few years ago was the manager for an establishment to which, of course, was going quite well. The business is called The Blight and is in the city of Coro, Falcon State. Business is good. The Corians eat.
For some reason that even the electric company in the region-Eleoccidente-may explain a bad day there was an increase of those that will leave you stunned and wanting to do not operate a light bulb. And for some reason people in the restaurant only Blight can explain, here nothing is explained from the outside, "a debt that had swept the past two months, the new bill tied repowering of January, and lo and behold the local debt amounted a la suma de un millón seiscientos mil bolívares, una cantidad difícil de cancelar de un solo guamazo incluso para un negocio más o menos próspero como el de Petit y su gente.

Yo tenía una luz
que a mí me alumbraba

En esos días, los últimos de enero y primeros de febrero, para ser más específicos, aterrizaron en la compañía de electricidad gran cantidad de reclamos, quejas y solicitudes de reconsideración de sus numeritos por parte de habitantes de Coro inconformes con el aumento; nada que no haya ocurrido antes en cualquier ciudad del país. Petit solicitó una explicación y le dieron la más sencilla del mundo: no es que Eleoccidente it is stealing the silver and the meters are becoming mad and heartbeat, just increased rates. And the debts must be paid. What options are there to cushion the blow? Gee, let's say no. But it is rather easy if we see this: you pay what you owe and the debt is eliminated.
The discomfort was brave while its scope was limited to paper and words to be fulfilled, but the courage became nothing but sour and less publishable when, a few days of that first errand, the restaurant remained without power. End of the world. No hot drink beer and cook a chicken in the dark is more difficult to fall in love with Ana Karina Manco serenades Lupe and led him Polo. A Salvador Petit calentera he went into a thousand pots of sulfur, but amid the serenity of scrapie found enough to devise a strategy: he asked his wife, Maritza de Petit, it was up to the company and negotiate a reasonable payment plan with bosses. Mrs. Maritza
was up there, explained the situation to a supervisor, told him they were willing to pay but not all at once because there were a million and half Bs in that box. And now, with the business closed, would be a little more difficult to collect the money. So I asked for understanding, and obtained: the supervisor will split into four pieces debt to be paid in equal number of dates. That sounded good. Too well, in the circumstances. Recipe accepted remedy purchased. But, as later reported the company spokesmen, although the facilities given, Petit missed the first payment date, and then cut themselves seriously and came without the usual right to kick. Pay or pay, that was the only option. Determined

, fatal

Another version, never confirmed, says the plan proposed by one supervisor was rejected by senior officials, which Petit is closed all the exits. Thing that comes to be the least of because on Wednesday February 24 José Salvador Petit was presented at the Commercial Office of the Choir to fix things on their own. Asked to speak with the head of that office and brought him to Aura Rosa Namias, a manager of those brave, 33, who listened carefully to your complaint. The game began in fits from the start, because when Aura Rosa learned that the gentleman was paying it got tighter than usual, with that indomitable strength that characterizes the Falcon women. Petit
time traffic record of the reflective attitude to the supplicant, the supplicant to the powerless and impotent rage, as the lady was getting more Nami granite in his denials. Then came the moment of rage. Salvador Petit lifted the plastic bag he was carrying, it took a metal container. The Carnival was over a week ago, but still the man bathed with its contents to the official. The content was not water but something that you Namias Rosa Aura vaguely smelled gasoline or nail polish remover. What was he Petit? Will it remove the stains, faded, bleached a little? No: his intention was to set it on fire, and what he did. Only the flare well involve the woman reached himself and the two dozen customers at the scene.
The people wanted to do exactly what firefighters advised to do in such cases: out neatly and without being won over by the panic, but as panic is not tame and sheep to let you imagine the show: screaming, live fire, burned and suffocated people . The only dead in the event were Petit and Nami. And the dead do not have a second or third chance.

_______________________

The April 14, 1999 published it on El Nacional, with a title and I can see myself now: The darkest of persuasion.

How To Build A Triangle

fire, armed and supported

Ramiro X, mayor of capital Colonia Tovar-Tovar-up research is quite delicate, and an arrest warrant even more delicate. "Utilization of things from the offense" does not seem to sound very strong in a country that is accustomed to happen most monstrous crimes, but the problem with the friend Ramiro X is that the PTJ in Maracay found in the vaults of the mayor of Tovar, that is, in his office, a handful of jewels. After a simple verification authorities determined that these items had been taken to force the jewelry Damascus in the Victoria, by an armed gang.
When captured and interrogated about the origin of those jewels, the mayor hesitated, then gave an explanation that did not convince the commissioner Juan Villamizar, the PTJ-Maracay, and then I broke the scandal seriously. Along with Ramiro X went to jail on municipal police commander, Henry Perozo; Asdrúibal Martínez, José Morón Carucí and Moses, all officials of the municipality.
is a bizarre story, twisted, the kind that many people can not believe. But more twisted and bizarre, as well as intense, is the parallel story that allowed the previous win media space. Which maintained en vilo a los cuerpos policiales de Aragua, Miranda y el Distrito Federal; la historia brava dentro de la historia.

Alcaraván, compañero

Se llamaba Rubén Darío Medina Luna, tenía 34 años y vivía con su esposa y una hija en una urbanización de Valencia. Al margen de esa vida hogareña y familiar se desarrollaba su otra faceta, la perversa, la que lo llenó de dinero, comodidades, bienes y también un feo prestigio: el hombre era un consumado asaltante y llevaba encima un récord criminal bastante macabro, contentivo de ocho homicidios probados y algunos más que se le han atribuido pero nunca se le comprobaron.
La noticia más antigua que se tiene sobre su tétrica history dating from February 13, 1992. At that time ambushed and neutralized with his truck to the vehicle of brothers Nicola and Giovanni Del Vecchio on the Panamerican highway, before killing shot and take your car and property. Three months after the murder, after minuciuosas work of tracking and identification, Aragua PTJ identified him, gave his whereabouts and captured him. But Ruben Medina was among those who enjoy or are cast to sleep when they happen to be in prison. His disagreement with the loss of freedom was expressed by a dramatic May 1, 1996, when he escaped retainer Plant with a group of prisoners in the middle of a shootout that paralyzed the Francisco Fajardo highway.
As often happens in these cases, it had to happen and that vaporón that escape the eyes of the public to begin to come to light other interesting data about the subject escaped. The man belonged to a band named in the police environment as "the curlews" terror central area of \u200b\u200bthe country. Many shots had been allocated among business people assaulted and robbed of their cars. In 1996, after his escape, away to sit quiet and take a low profile to stay away from the arm of justice, began to reorganize his gang and now it came the hour of his funestagloria.
is possible that the ordinary citizen is one have no way to verify in situ the PTJ procedures in such situations, but the truth is that no bank, jewelry or fuel pump that the authorities stormed it attributed to Ruben and his band. Highlighted in their action and appearance provided by victims and witnesses of his shots the details of their weapons seemed to be enough to see those types footwear with submachine guns, assault rifles and high-caliber pistols for all the world will deliver the portfolio, cash registers, Schedule, wife, money. Chao

luck

Between August 1996 and late 1998, however, began the debacle of the curlews. One by one and in different places, always between Valencia, Maracay and Caracas, were killed in clashes falling, decimated by its own method of entrompe and carnage. Until March this year there were two survivors of the band. One, called David and Dario Vargas-Lares are discrepancies in the records, serving a sentence in Tocuyito retainer. The other, Ruben Dario Medina Luna, still had plenty of existential gasoline to make a new trail of blood and bad news on those streets watered.
On 7 January this year saw one of the few times when Medina Luna was face to face with the police. Occurred off the Blue Water station in La Trinidad, here in Caracas, when Medina was recently caught in a stolen car. A committee of the PTJ's voice gave loud and the man said in his best style, with successive bursts of machine gun that killed the deputy Jaime José Briceño (36 years) and José Luis Rondón official (26). Shortly after the assault occurred jewelry Damascus of Victoria, with credit balance of 40 million Bs in jewelry. At this point the story comes in. Mayor Colonia Tovar. It was his last big job, to be known.
Your guardian angel decided to leave on 5 March. A committee of the PTJ quietly followed him through the streets of Valencia to they decided to approach near his home in the urbanization El Parral. He was in a Toyota Camry with another man, when he realized he was being followed and tried to escape. In a time of persecution decided to change the procedure and faced shots to agents, but this time the score did not helped him, and fell dead with several bullets. His companion fled. This outcome is very simple, but no other. Unless one wants to dig deeply into the role of Mayor Ramiro X, but this is addressing the PTJ. _____________________

When I wrote to El Nacional , on April 11, 1999, I placed the title A hard man with a huge iron.

Ativan Alternatives Natural

The noise of the innocent

A heinous crime can not transcend or hurt many people. That depends on how the victim has in mind: justice for the poor does not exist, much less marginal and families lost in forgotten villages

Lagunillas sounds like heat and also to poverty. It is Lagunillas and can be expected to regulate anything down, especially if you're poor. Something that is not difficult: very few people are wealthy in this town. Does your taste a paradox the question, because it is in Lagunillas Zulia, Venezuela's richest state.
In this category of poor people rich state of family belongs Pacheco Urbina, a people that has seen the face of pelazón closely, almost from inside. To complete, live in a neighborhood called Stand There. Not that one has anything against the names of neighborhoods, but have you please explain how the hell out of someone going down in a neighborhood whose name reminded each time that our place is down there, not likely to arise: Stand there and do not study, do not put effort, do not work. With a subliminal order and one has no choice but put him a few cents half of the lottery and horse racing, or lie down to die for his devastating knockout tipped white cane and sadness.
Needless to say that there is also crime and backstabbing to give in these wastelands, and therefore, something that might work if there were not many guys who go crazy when they like a badge and a gun in his hands the police or believed to have a kind of virtual pass GET WITH all its inhabitants. Remember the official position of a former police chief of Baruta, whereby everything that moves in Petare parrot and smells of gunpowder, and therefore these people have to break his legs before removing a statement. Do not be surprised, that's pretty much the philosophy in many parts of Venezuela.
Pacheco Urbina's family he had the bad March 1. I had to touch him. Be marginal at a price. Do not pretend that you pay just hungry. Last

out

was a Municipal Police Force: five patrol arrived in the neighborhood Stand There, they handed roller and elbows as any kung-fu movie, hit a wall every two-legged creature that's wrinkle face to receive blows, and then, only after he began caching of documents.
But now one of the officers liked the face the younger son of Pacheco, one that called Yoeshit Alberto (16 years now) and began to ask hard and followed by some thugs, for a spanking in the neighborhood who were hiding there. The boy's family said later, "is tired of saying" that he never had dealings with any offender, which is to be immaterial. I really do not matter, because with the worst scourges have come some beloved characters portrayed in the top and why not have them or one-eighth of what went on that afternoon Alberto Pacheco.
What have witnesses and relatives of Alberto is roughly this: the boy was playing baseball, was arrested with a group more players, led to where requisitioned desguasado others and shot gun in the presence of a dozen witnesses. Within minutes you introduijeron on patrol, the driver started with the urgency of the case to the nearest hospital, where life came not with the young, by the way-and dog barking: there goes the body due to cold Alberto Yoeshit the morgue, and later to the grave.

The elusive justice,

again Here is when the story makes us something awfully similar to previous cases, but we'll review it anyway. Total, here we do not pretend to have fun-that's what have a Max Haines, long time since we got into with him, but they ruin the story on Sunday with some dirty questions about everyday. Example: the next day appeared in regional newspapers that the powerful squad of the Municipal Police were dispatched in heroic and risky action, there in the dangerous neighborhood Stand There. Health, Zulia! Finally there is someone who protects them in the streets.
few extra goodies to keep it in half. Mr. Freddy Pacheco took the appropriate steps to receive the body of his boy, and of course it was, but it was incomplete. Among other smaller footprints, Alberto had their genitals mutilated and lacked the cornea of \u200b\u200bone eye. The cornea is understood, and Dr. Jack Castro explained that when one dies their families have three hours to present a letter prohibiting her organs removed. Okay, maybe that was making him horny missing someone. But otherwise ... I do not know, I know. Many people in the world suffer from lack of balls, but no one is known to have transplanted a testicle. At best that science has reached is to clone a sheep, so it will be very difficult to explain why such cruelty.

Pacheco Urbina's family took a while, but finally did the paperwork relevant. Pacheco Urbina's family has told a thousand times the story of the raid, capture, of the shots, of mutilation. Pacheco Urbina's family has been heard, and he promised that the weight of the law will fall with all the haste on the perpetrators of the crime. Pacheco Urbina's family had no fortune: they live in Lagunillas. The policemen who murdered Albert walk down the street, freer than ever.

and Stand There: justice for the poor does not exist. After upset because one says it out loud. ________________

Posted 28/04/1999 with the same title. In El Nacional when he was a serious newspaper.

Architectural Modeling Wood Supplies

Very large and very heavy

• The criminal usually roam the colorful characters, analytical minds, undeniable talent, unpolished diamonds. Today's case results of one of the unforgettable Tocoron prison

It would

vague and full of endless speculation immediately to pinpoint the moment when Omar El Gordo began in the necessities of drug trafficking business that had been applied, of course, a long time ago. Therefore, it is still surprising that it was done in 1997 when police seized him by first time. And take note, please: we're talking about a man who had spent his life (40 beautiful and glittering years) between Aragua and Carabobo, among Cagua, Maracay and Valencia. It is not, therefore, a royal and undocumented boy who is now in San Martín and tomorrow dawns in the vial of Petare, but a man more or less sedentary, locate, easier to identify the voice of César Miguel Rondón in through a performance of girls in the San José de Tarbes.
This brief description of their sick predictable movements, we must add that the man did not hide at all as a citizen enriched with some speed. Speak firsthand of a lavish party at his home, located in the La Candelaria in Caguas, a boundless love for the most beautiful girls (which by the side of Aragua and Carabobo abound as rice), and an alleged habit of changing car with the same frequency with which you brush your teeth, ie, two or three times a month.
In defense of the investigators should be noted that the man was properly installed and oiled machinery of defense and protection, so that was always the first to know when approaching a lightning operation of the police, and also their nets were so well synchronized more than once received serious blows, owned large seizures ever been attributed, among other things because the mules in charge had never seen his face or heard his name. Invisible, untouchable, unstoppable: prosperity quietly called Omar José Moreno. Though wayward and carefree, he seemed to have accumulated so much power to be respected by the Jivaro of the central region, and also by the PTJ and the GN, which had already begun to receive a tufito undesirable in the way of a kind. De said, but never proven, that Moreno's account had to write a series of executions and plans to wipe out competition in the fast lane, which proves that, apart from adept at hiding was a tough subject, postponed zero a contemplation on the subject.
But whenever it comes to slips, and Omar came Jackpot March 1, 1997. The PTJ finally managed to detect their responsibility in a Macoya of 40 kilos of cocaine and captured it without much formality. Only then the Gordo showed signs of being prepared to fight in other areas, look to their lawyers, which are fast and graceful. But they still have to spend a few months before that part of it copper center stage. Stay tuned.

Queens of King

Omar El Gordo ended up with their bones and more kilos of Tocoron prison, a place where the authorities expected him to meet other prisoners bravest and best mounted on the ground that he, but look what a surprise: the arrival at the prison almost greeted with a welcoming committee, orchestra and champagne included: there were many of his old buddies and subordinates.
The man entered those halls as if it were his home, and two weeks and his ability to barter with the marimba and other substances had been given the power inside the prison who was not even on the street. Do you doubt you that selling is more profitable drugs in jail than on the road? Well, get to know: a portion of whatever the cops can cost three times what it costs in the street. The trick is to make a sacrifice, spend some time in the shade and then enjoy the beautiful, my people, there is no prison that lasts a hundred years (unless the pikes and shrapnel to reach it by one, in which case imprisonment lasts forever but a century). In addition, Omar José Moreno found favorable court to get some armor and armed with that business of the century, all this without leaving a space of six by six meters, unless it was to go to the bathroom or get some sun in the patio.
And look how bad was the thing in there. El Gordo, in his maximum security cell, accompanied by dangerous men but faithful when presented with a leader like him, managed to receive good meals, some preferential treatment or the prison authorities were able to detect, much less prevent, and privilege that even free men can enjoy: the eventual access to women's annex. You build the equation: Man imprisoned woman prisoner is more like a. What more can you ask of life. There
in Annex met a girl named Yuneiris Ramírez, "China" for the daddies. And not only met, but each time he entered the annex was she wanted, I would not touch it, I break it. One was ever more torrid romance.
But do not think Gordo was a great believer in eternal love. Just left the women's annex and it was time for the visit, the Gordo is managed and combed to start a conversation with a sister of an inmate who had no qualms about presenting it, is called Dayana Ceballos, 23, looked restless, dark skin, imperial spirit and a body as good as a stew of mackerel on a Sunday at ten o'clock on the banks of the river and flows down Chuspa in Los Caracas. Comes
December 1997, some months have elapsed since the man was captured, and Tocorón comes a release order on behalf of Omar José Moreno. Enjoy it, playboy, the fruit of your noble effort.

Nobody in the world is eternal

Like some ice cream from Uncle Rico, who have the most delicious cup at the end of the life of El Gordo Omar came to his months culminating in the most auspicious, but also more intense and uneven. In February of this year, there were some news, maybe not exactly his, but is closely related to it. On Sunday
22, during a visit in prison Tocorón, his mistress that China was nicknamed The delayed attack of jealousy, because they learned that their loved one had been dating fat, and free, with that meddlesome Dayana Ceballos The mujersota that he had met in prison. No one knows how China achieved the its way to the place where the visitor was shot through with a pike full of rust and sharp edges. Dayana agonized a few minutes and nothing could be done in the pathetic nursing service, well equipped and neat if you will be treated there will be a boar, but definitely nasty if you are a human patient.
El Gordo found out the thing, mourned the death of the girl and did what he does best: move parts inside the prison with the speed of a ministry (English). Dialed phone, hit two screaming, gave an order. On Tuesday 24 The China dawned torn a hole chuzazos in the women's annex. They say you of the perpetrators of the execution was a beloved junior Omar José Moreno nicknamed "El Solitario".
Eight days pass. On 4 March, the National Guard investigated and arrested one of its officials, a distinguished name Carlos Morales Romance, involved until the middle in traffic in arms and drugs into the prison Tocorón. Tracking and investigation led authorities survive to the door of the house of Omar Gordon, who gladly returned to their quarters Tocorón.
But this time there was no welcoming committee, or champagne, or women complacent at their disposal. The secretary of the judge in his case and a prosecutor Public Prosecutor had received information that Omar José Moreno was to be assassinated by a rival gang, no sooner entered the prison. Officials received the announcement with a yawn. On Monday 10 May, in the middle of a protest hunger strike and fight collectively, Tocorón left two dead last to receive the sun of Maracay. One was the famous "Monster Guarenas", the other, of course, was that of Omar José Moreno. He counted 17 wounded pike throughout the body. But who cares about detail. It could have been one. For death no offers or discounts. ____________________

I published it in El Nacional, but can not remember when I made out. I guess it was around 1998. I regret this pothole information.