Back door man

The first afternoon day of the year, I was following with my drunk thoughts inside of an airplane with a few people plus a bottle of whiskey. I remembered of a Monday night when I went out of home with a friend to look for some open bar, we were young, everybody was sleeping less us.

We went to downtown and we found the only bar that was open on that dawn, we took a seat and ordered some icy blonds. Just losing a bit of sobriety, an old guy stops by our side saying some things – I imagined he was stoned, I knew it for sure right after – he told some stories of his, that was the day of birth of his son or daughter, I don't recall, he was an old man with good stories, some advices he said he would give us while he was saying “I'm gonna lick your pussy! Relax, she's my friend, she's my friend..” to the barmaid. After a while, a big car stopped by the side of our table, the window opened and like a chimney the smoke was getting out, two old ladies, they had big teets, he asked if we weren't be interested – maybe? – we were to meet with them later.

The bar closed and we had to say goodbye to them, it still was the beginning of the dawn, we couldn't go home, we headed to a near cabaret, a few prostitutes still were at the place, just three that were worth it, we saw a couple of performances and some more beers until we got drunk and got expelled from the building – where to go now? – why do the people sleep early on Monday?, waste of time, we rode around town looking for the next place to stop by, until we found it was close to the morning. A two-floor bar with a jukebox... Dawn was breaking and I was completely drunk and hungry, we had something to eat and then we went back drunk under the sun.

Old friend... I was needing to drink that day... We forgot to come back and pick up the women...