I still need to drink. And I drank. Sometimes I think seriously of becoming an alcoholic. But, even without a bad drunk, I love it. It 's so and I can not help it. SOMNO the beach with friends and we have entire cases of beer in the fridge. Yet some other mixture of alcohol. I am, as some nights in my intermediate state between sober and drunk. "No, I'm sober, I have no reason to be." But not even drink. My mental state is a focus on clear thinking, but the body does not respond fully to duty. So it happens to my friend, roommate. The exact same thing. Evidently it is not uncommon as a reaction to several tens of degrees of alcohol that are thrown in the body. And I lose control. A bit '. And so all of us. Away with secrets, confidences, and even kisses. I can remember that night with him, so much that has influenced my life so far. But, incredibly, drinking, Paire me to see far, far away from me and from my person. I'm being a bit 'of melancholy, but ultimately I'm divertrendo and this is of little importance. My friend argues that we should drink more often to be more sincere. Among these discourses alien to me a second. He's right, do not say no. But I'm somewhere else, and almost seems to fly. "Be my magic carpet, take me to the capital." Lose more and more control of my body and maybe even play with the mind the crowd. It 's late, it is night, but I did not sleep. Not at all. Someone said they are a nocturnal animal, which I talk and talk more with the advance of the evening. By the way, I see the sky a little 'clear. I still hold a beer in hand. Raising it, my head slightly blunders. We are approaching my favorite time of day. O say, one of them. The minutes before sunrise. A dozen, and summer is spectacular. The sky is blue. But seriously blue. Not blue nor purple. Blue and begins to blow a breeze during the day has hardly ever equal. I lift the can into the sky, which at this moment I feel closer usual. I lay on a couch in the bank, with the others. And enjoy the full range of these minutes. Soon the sun begins to warm the sea and fly over our heads. Headache on the way, I think. But for now I just mixed the classic mouth of someone who has been drinking. The sun washes my face while I light my first cigarette of the day, so a bit 'helps me think and increases clarity. "Rinse your face in the morning sun." I still thirst. But this time, me and my friend, let's mineral water, which is better.
Carol, and although not directly, Poss.
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