Saturday drinks #microficción #shortstory #cuentos #oblivion

¿Por qué la gente toma? No le veo el punto. Ni te acuerdas de nada nunca y te sientes bien mierda después.

The first time I drank by myself I was 15 years old. And my 19 year old canadian roomie told me to never drink alone because it was not a happy thing to do.

“Really?” I asked. And kept drinking when she left. Because what do I care about happy? Even now.

Oblivion.

That’s is the only thing I really care about. More than happy more than anything.

Oblivion. There’s nothing better.

Deja un comentario