Raul Night - by HFA

The skinhead points at my crotch and says something. I can’t be bothered to listen. Shit - where is my lighter? It’s okay, the skinhead always has one. 

I borrow a lighter, light my cigarette and put the lighter in my pocket. Perhaps I should zip up? Yes, that would make some sense, so I don’t . God damn it, where are the peanuts? Oh shit, did I feed the fish? The fish will be okay. Barcelona won PORCARA TIME TO PLAY POOL. Let me zip up first. 

Gosh darn it - are we there yet? Ha! A Russian place and everyone is Russian. Ha! Why are there so many Russians? Is it Andrev? Is it Set? Why do they look like they are white? Shit - did I forget to zip up again? Hey, you! Yes! You! Let me dip you and see if you have my lighter. Gosh darn it that was way too many shots so I feel LETS GO RED BULLLS PORCARA tired - wanna go to my place? No? It’s okay, you are still going. 

“Driver? Patrick’s place, please, because after all - I have to feed Nora, the turtle”

“Actually VAMOS I take it back - let’s all go to my place!”

We are in the neighborhood that ‘hold on, is that my couch by the Christmas tree? Is it Christmas already? Why is there a Christmas tree? Where are my pills?’ I like to go to after work. Sometimes I even buy a bottle of Champaign from a bodega across the street, well, it’s actually seventeen blocks away, but - braaaaah, these are some good pills - it’s still the closest place to my crib. Shit - where’s my lighter?

The light is pouring in through the window and I cannot figure out how my head is still screwed on. The hangover hits you at a billion miles an hour. For some reason I’m holding half a kitten. I look right and there is blood everywhere. And a fish tank. I shove it and it shatters on the floor. Thank goodness my fish weren’t inside. I burp and it tastes fishy. The girl on the right side of the bed isn’t breathing. So I just eat the remainder of the kitten. Now - where is my lighter?