Not Supposed to Sing the Blues

I drank some beers and listened to a louder music, they say my heart is of stone for I don't express my longing, it's just a prejudgment.  I've been drinking, thinking and trying to stand firmly on life. I resolved to go out this night to try to kill this monster inside me, how about an open bar to start off.

I left home at midnight again without course, I took a cab and asked him to go ahead until I sight a bar that interests me, I haven't realized but I was still holding the bottle of beer that I was drinking before leaving, hot beer full of recordings.

I stopped at a bar where I heard a classic Hard Rock of the type that I would expect to find, at the line I found out that was a open bar day, I was stopped at the door but I don't remember the reason, I just would be there inside moments later. There weren't many interesting things to drink, but there was a cheap vodka being served with ice and soda – why would a person drink vodka with soda? – I asked the waiter to serve me a pure vodka without ice, a drunk guy beside screamed “fuck, you drink like hell” – my life happens inside a bottle of whiskey but unfortunately there was just vodka... – maybe the waiter had challenged me, filled the cup until it overflowed and spilled all over my hand, “challenge accepted” I said with a smile looking to a pretty redheaded beside.

Shortly after a few cups, maybe the fifth one, I was already half deaf and inside a mush giving punches in some guys, a fat joined the mush and I saw her punching everybody ahead – what a fucking madness. I left the ass kicking and then immediately a brunette with curly hair passed by my side and gave a punch on a guy whom she said to had grabbed her ass, I looked at her and gave a sideways smile, after that I already saw myself with her in a darkened corner of the bar, she wore a denim short and a very well low-cute blouse, right there she made me another challenge, I opened my pants – will people see? – and what we done after she maybe still remembers.

I think it was about 8 o'clock in the morning and I walked sobbing like a bastard by the infinite street of my apartment, I slept and the taxi driver ended up letting me too far – and I thinking I was in front of my apartment.

One more day...The last fucking drunk moment...  The memories are getting distant...