PrologueA Chapter by GasparI guess I just lost my balance when I spontaneously tripped over the doorstep. Couldn’t help but noticing that it probably would never even happen if I wasn’t drunk in the first place. But hey, I already went through my plan on how I am to forget about the reason behind being here. Too bad the plan involved only getting drunk at the moment which, in the end, got me into this situation. Thinking about irrelevant stuff again, which was standard with me being drunk and all; I got up on my shaking feet and managed to pull the half-rusty keys out of my pocket. Of course having rusty keys somewhat announced the scene of a crappy house in front of me. It being a Sunday night that I lived through, the local “bar & grill” held a 4$ “tall boy” special, which I had no idea what it really was but I was glad to drink it several times. Very same taste was bitterly staying in my dried mouth as I reached the toilet that carelessly stood in front of the house. I had remembered this long story once more; after all, it was pretty much the only thing I could be thinking of these days. “Hell with it” I almost yelled, but instead barely mumbled it due to the mentioned dry mouth. So yeah, you could attempt to imagine my life if my reason to drink was mainly this toilet outside my house which I, until recently, managed to forget about. So how about that, well, could have been worse right? I’m not sure I wanted to believe in that anyway. I sighed and with “ease” unlocked the front door, not like I had the back one anyway. So yeah, the hallway was a mess, and I didn’t seem to notice the smell that was here before. Considering that it took a lot of effort to get through the rubble and jump on the squeaking bed, I grew a lot more tired. Even with all that, I wanted to enjoy a few moments before falling asleep. © 2013 GasparReviews
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1 Review Added on March 11, 2013 Last Updated on March 19, 2013 AuthorGasparZagreb, CroatiaAboutI write in free time as an emotional outlet, I don't post alot of my work because I never think it's good enough for others to see it. And perhaps this is an excuse because I don't want people to see .. more..Writing
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