My friend, John and I went to the bullfight last week.
I was drunk and wandered into the middle of the ring.
That was all I remembered.
John told me that though the crowd began to shout, I had been unaware of the danger and still looked at the bull.
I shouted waving to him with a red cap as the bull was busy with the matador.
The bull did not pay attention on me so I began to shout rude remarks.
The bull forgot all about the matador and charged at me.
I began to acquire confidence in quiet while the bull got close to me.
I stepped aside to let it pass just in time.
The crowd broke into cheers and I bowed.
By this time, I barely heard three men called out to me and walked towards me.
In the struggle, they quickly dragged me out of the ring.
At the end of bullfight, the bull was once more turning his attention to the matador.
July 2014
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