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🦶 That's quite weird




"It's 2 a.m., and you're heading home, reflecting on the night you just had."

  Personal note: Try to rest more before writing.


I'll try to summarize what my best friend and I just did:

  1. We started drinking at his house.
  2. We decided to go to Luisa's house because there was more space.
  3. There were dozens of beers.

    However, the last thing I remember about the party was Marcelo's conversation, my best friend. "Come on, man, drink it! It is just a small pill. I have done it before several times, trust me," he said.


     I remember how my hands were shaking. The seven beers I had drunk twenty minutes before were touching me already. My smile covered my entire face, that's why my face was so tired, and my strange laugh made everyone mutter. "Alright, buddy. Give my tha' shiiit..." I screamed. My crush looked at me with fear. 


    After taking it, I knew nothing about myself. My friends called an Uber and waited for it. The driver got me in the entrance, helped me get in, and asked me if I wanted a water bottle or any particular radio station. I said no, well, I recall I said that. The driver gave me the bottle and put some jazz in the car's front speakers. The back seat was covered with a transparent plastic bag. Perhaps, the guy knew I was coming quite drunk. Who knows? Oh yes! Marcelo prevented him. 


     The entire trip home, I laid my head in the tinted and brand-new window. I didn't know what was going on in my mind; I could barely speak. Laughing was the only exit I found. 


After a twenty-minute drive, we arrived at the destination. When Luis, the driver, helped me to get down of the car. He left me on the sidewalk and told me something in a friendly voice I didn't understand.


     Then, my hung-over vanished when I looked in front of me. "Fuck! This is not my house. That fool let me stranded in a suspicious neighborhood." I thought. "Damn, Marcelo!" 


"John F. Kennedy," that is the name of the road. Ok, approximately ten blocks separate me from my apartment. The boulevard is three hundred feet away. First of all, let's go there."


     Geese, who was more drugged, Marcelo, or me? Anyway, I must move now. I will be easy prey for anyone surrounding the zone. I don't want to be caught by the cops, so, God, please, bless me." 

I started walking for a couple of seconds until my feet felt cold. Wait...what? Where the hell are my shoes? It can't be. Did I lose those, too?


    Afterward, I repeated in my mind: "Dear José, you can create perfect 3D worlds in a matter of hours without a single guide, but you cannot survive a simple meeting with buddies. Yes, you know you can't. You lose everything. You're unbelievable."


    I stopped recriminating myself and continued the journey. It was 2:35 a.m. The trip to my place took me thirty-two minutes. Not bad. I opened my backpack, searched for the keys, didn't find them, and I slept outside. 

 

 

 Onward...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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