I left my house early, and heavy smog was in the air, so dense you could taste it.
I started my car and waited to warm it up. I checked my phone.
“I meet you there at 9”
I drove to the garage door and was outside of the building.
There wasn’t a soul. I drove to the pitch black streets dodging holes on the asphalt, I wasn’t in a
hurry but I didn’t want to be late. The highway was desolated besides being Friday and payday,
and I could feel driving into the smog, blurring my vision. The night smelled like the whole city was
on fire, a burnt smell that filled your lungs and stuck to your throat.
I parked my on the street and waited outside.
“This place is packed, wanna go somewhere else?” I drove around to a nearby place with men
outside …show more content…
I’ve been having this feeling a few years back every time I go out: In the beginning it was more
like a Russian roulette; I could be mugged, drugged, robbed. I could end up crashing in the
highway every time I drive drunk. Someone could kidnap me. But I still went out knowing the risks,
it was exciting.
Now it is a strange feeling, like uncertainty. The streets are always lonely and I’m more cautious
than before. The gunshots are more frequent. A feel of hopelessness was everywhere. The city is
dead even early at night. It is like an abandoned feeling I don’t know exactly how to describe.
Void.
We were sitting talking about our dead relatives when the power dipped; I could hear how
everyone gasped, the light returned in blocks from the buildings around, blinking.
I got a weird feeling of excitement, like I was anticipating something.
We kept drinking and the beers were cutting short, I wasn’t getting drunk and the owner was
closing the door, it was early still.
I got lost in the conversation, I was trying to pay attention and make it up asking questions, the …show more content…
We were slurring words and caught in each other’s gaze, trying to look away when that happened.
I wanted to get closer but it wasn’t a good idea, I was needy and tipsy, that never ends too well for
me.
I could hear sirens from the distance, and the lights of the patrol were bouncing in the walls of the
bar. Now there were a few people on the tables, mostly drunk.
I didn’t drink that much and I didn’t want to go home yet. We knew, so we asked for the bill to find
another place to drink until later.
Another power dip, but this time only the TV’s went off. We paid and leave.
We ran into many places only to find them close, at this point I thought we would end up at home.
We found a place and we keep drinking. Now I did lose it. My vision got cloudy, my lips numb and I
was tired.
There is a point when, always, I know how the night might end. Like I still have a will on my senses
and I can handle the situation. I can handle this, I have to. I cannot ruin this. But a chill went
through my spine as I saw myself in the mirror. I didn’t know what was I doing but I wouldn’t get
carried away, like the last time.
We kissed goodbye on the cheek and I drove home, again the same lonely streets seemed
I started my car and waited to warm it up. I checked my phone.
“I meet you there at 9”
I drove to the garage door and was outside of the building.
There wasn’t a soul. I drove to the pitch black streets dodging holes on the asphalt, I wasn’t in a
hurry but I didn’t want to be late. The highway was desolated besides being Friday and payday,
and I could feel driving into the smog, blurring my vision. The night smelled like the whole city was
on fire, a burnt smell that filled your lungs and stuck to your throat.
I parked my on the street and waited outside.
“This place is packed, wanna go somewhere else?” I drove around to a nearby place with men
outside …show more content…
I’ve been having this feeling a few years back every time I go out: In the beginning it was more
like a Russian roulette; I could be mugged, drugged, robbed. I could end up crashing in the
highway every time I drive drunk. Someone could kidnap me. But I still went out knowing the risks,
it was exciting.
Now it is a strange feeling, like uncertainty. The streets are always lonely and I’m more cautious
than before. The gunshots are more frequent. A feel of hopelessness was everywhere. The city is
dead even early at night. It is like an abandoned feeling I don’t know exactly how to describe.
Void.
We were sitting talking about our dead relatives when the power dipped; I could hear how
everyone gasped, the light returned in blocks from the buildings around, blinking.
I got a weird feeling of excitement, like I was anticipating something.
We kept drinking and the beers were cutting short, I wasn’t getting drunk and the owner was
closing the door, it was early still.
I got lost in the conversation, I was trying to pay attention and make it up asking questions, the …show more content…
We were slurring words and caught in each other’s gaze, trying to look away when that happened.
I wanted to get closer but it wasn’t a good idea, I was needy and tipsy, that never ends too well for
me.
I could hear sirens from the distance, and the lights of the patrol were bouncing in the walls of the
bar. Now there were a few people on the tables, mostly drunk.
I didn’t drink that much and I didn’t want to go home yet. We knew, so we asked for the bill to find
another place to drink until later.
Another power dip, but this time only the TV’s went off. We paid and leave.
We ran into many places only to find them close, at this point I thought we would end up at home.
We found a place and we keep drinking. Now I did lose it. My vision got cloudy, my lips numb and I
was tired.
There is a point when, always, I know how the night might end. Like I still have a will on my senses
and I can handle the situation. I can handle this, I have to. I cannot ruin this. But a chill went
through my spine as I saw myself in the mirror. I didn’t know what was I doing but I wouldn’t get
carried away, like the last time.
We kissed goodbye on the cheek and I drove home, again the same lonely streets seemed