Tuesday, December 3, 2013

T.N.T

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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