Light my Fire

I woke up in a convertible car in a cold and unknown place, it was dawning – I guess – the sun was about to show itself, the flame of the lighter was the only one that warmed me and the tip of the cigarette that I lighted.

I found half bottle of a Jack Daniel's in the back seat of the car, I took a shot and  leaned my head on the seat, a puff of smoke came out of my mouth, I was trying to remember what happened that day. By passing the hand on my face my eyes ached – I took a punch, fuck right on the eye – I looked to the mirror and they were purple like the end of the night to the west. The car, after looking to the glove compartment, I found out it was rented, to my happiness – a remembrance!  - on the windshield of the car there was a  handkerchief written in lipstick a number and a name – Isabela – like a flash on my mind I started remembering of facts of the night.

I went out for a dinner with Camille in a good restaurant, to my happiness she was beautiful in a dress that almost reached her knees, so I could see her legs. After eating we went to the bar area, there we stayed to drink and talk, at certain moment I noticed a woman looking at me from the counter – no, not tonight – to my misfortune she came to me at the moment Camille went to the bathroom, “Can I offer you company?”, I was reluctant to refuse, she saw that I was accompanied – but how hot she was, she had a hell of a body, with brown hairs and a seductive look, a hooker maybe –, “what a shame, I'll be there if you want to have a chat a more – with a cynical smile she continued “I'll be there”, in the same moment she stood up Camille arrived at the table, they greeted each other, the night with her would have already ended “You really don't change, it's just I turn my backs and you already arrange another”, I tried to explain what had happened, but the son of a bitch had let a note – the same I've found on the windshield. She stood up and went away, I stayed alone – Fuck! -  with a cup of whiskey and half glass of wine in front of me until Isabela sit with her champagne “so, can we talk now?”, I had no choice but to accept the invitation, from there and beyond my mind doesn't help me much, she had an ex-boyfriend, a bottle breaks on the polished ground and a punch on the eye, we were thrown out of the bar by a security that looked more like a gorilla, – montanha, we made amends later – the fight had ended with the ex on the ground, but the night with Isabela still was about to come, we took some ecstasy – acid, ecstasy or any of those shits – we had sex inside the car at an alley – I remember drinking a sip from the bottle while she moaned and   rode, to a nightclub we went, at some place of the city, I remember the lights and of her dancing in front of me, we had sex in the toilet.

I think we got lost... My body hurts as well as my head... What a fucking sun...