The Weekend Break
It was earlier than 3:00 pm when he woke up. His head is feeling numb over shots of vodka he took last night. He stood up half naked with only his white cotton undies covering his private parts. He headed up to his life-size mirror to see very detail of his reflection. “I look so old!”. But he doesn’t seem to care. For sure, the pain in his belly tells he is hungry. So he drags himself straight to the kitchen and looked for something to eat.
“Damn it, it’s been three weeks since I last visited the market,” he said after finding out an empty fridge. He went back to his room and put on some clothes to get himself a sandwich at the nearest fastfood, only a block away from his place. He took his wallet and he stood up at the back of the closed door after finding out an empty wallet. “Am I doomed? What happened to me last night?” he started asking himself after remembering it was august 15th yesterday: payday.
“Fuck! I didn’t spend all my money on that cheap bar! Gosh what happened? He went back to his room and looked for his mobile phone, the latest MMS phone from Sony Ericsson, two weeks of age. It took him two months to buy that and now, after several minutes of searching,… its MISSING.
FUCK!!!! What the hell is happening to me! Then he sat down at his bedroom floor trying to remember every single detail of what happened. He saw his clothes scattered on the floor and a worn-out condom almost touching his butt cheeks. “Gosh, I brought home a man slut last night,” with his right arm raised and his right hands covering his mouth.
Then he started trembling like a worm on a hook. From his heart, he felt coldness now transcending to every part of his body. Then it started bumping blood. Then he suddenly stopped breathing, and then all he sees is BLACK…
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