I´m Not Here To Give A Speech

I confess I did all I could not to attend this assembly: I tried to get sick, I attempted to catch pneumonía, I went to the barber, hoping he’d slit rny throat, and, finally, it occurred to me to come here without a jacket and tie so they wouldn’t let me in . . . but I forgot I was in Venezuela, here you can go anywhere in shirtsleeves. The result: here I am, and I don’t know where to start.