When the sun goes down “a short story”

All started with a few drinks, as usual, as always,
Alcohol, Oh alcohol,
a few drinks I said?,
well, I don’t know the exact number,
who counts?

What did I drink? It was beer? I don’t like beer.. mm??

Fuck (I don't curse)

it was that last one drink, is always the last drink, all people know that….

F**** it was the last one, I knew it.

The black bird told me

"don't drink that one"…

I should have listen to him.. he was right.

And then all started,

I remember the song,

Joy Division… what it was?...DISORDER,

that’s it, I still got it in my head,

“It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand”

I could repeat those words over and over.

Now, I start to remember
The guy with the tattoos..
who was that guy? I've seen him before, I am sure..
he ask me for a smoke… I gave him one…
but I don’t fucking smoke (and curse)…
but I had the smokes..
well…
I don’t remember smoking..

and he told me:

or something like that,
and then
I found my mistake

She asked me for a cigarette too,

then she blew all the smoke in my face,

laugh?,

then she kissed my friend

I laugh even harder,

bastard!

well...

So…… no girl……. Now is when you get that feeling… yes, you know… the feeling of…

if I am not the one getting the girl

I am the one starting the fight,

coz.. after all, we love to be the centre of attention…

and before you know it,

you think you are some kind of “karate kid”

now I remember my mom saying

"you shouldn't watch so much tv"

because

where is f***ing “MYGAGI” when you need him,

F*** that guy is big,

how was this “fight” thing about?? O yes…

and now my mom comes again to my mind

"aren't you old enough to play video games"

And here we go

It looks as like you found the wrong guy

and now where before was a short guy with glasses...

20 guys are now happy to find a guy to fight with, YOU

me?? not really... I don't want to fight, I am very pacific.., really

This isn’t working…

cmon guys, my best friend is kissing the girl I suppose to be kissing...

I just... I just...

I just have one way out, “marica el último”,

“run FORREST, run”

And then,

The night is over,

The headache comes,

the smell to tobacco (but I don’t smoke)

The coughing..f*** that hurts

The heavy tongue

I am getting old for this shit

Remember, all started with a few drinks, as usual, as always..