Cloudy day... I went meet
with some friends in a bar close to downtown. He promised the night would be
watered in distilled, we bought two bottles of vodka, we were drinking,
immediately after, a cousin of mine arrived and offered to pay a couple of
doses of cachaça* of grape – a drink I had never drunk before – a tasty drink,
sweet and with a good aroma.
It was mentioned of a show
that would take place in town, we arranged to meet at the venue, there was me
and the other fella drinking until we dry the first bottle, already drunk we
were philosophizing about life, about the gods, about everything that was
coming to mind, it was night already, I don't know what's the time, we decided
to go to the show, in the middle of the conversation our sobriety was
returning, of course we didn't let that happen, when we took the cab we opened
up the next bottle and started drinking again –someone paid the taxi driver – I
fell on the ground when I was getting out of the car, almost ripping my face,
even so we laughed.
I didn't know the band
that was about to play, I just wanted to drink that night, some time after, my
friend appeared with a big horn which contained our vodka and some other drinks
that was stranger to say what they were exactly, I almost got kicked out by the
security, I broke a bottle, I don't know what was the purpose although that was
of one the most beautiful scenes I had ever seen, to see the bottle breaking in
slow camera while I was taking a scolding from a hairless gorilla.
We were totally drunk, I
remember of waking up under a tree and my friend hung on one of the branches
sleeping, there was another guy lying beside, member of a local Thrash Metal
band. I gotta go home – I woke him up, on the way I found a known chick that
just looked at me and with only one word answered to me “no” – what have I
done?
Finally I arrived at my
apartment... I slept on the bathtub.... Why don't live a bit of this crazy?
*Brazilian alcoholic
beverage made of sugar cane.
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