When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard
Sippin sizzurp in my ride like a Three Six
"Dirty vodka. Extra dry."
His voice was completely drowned by the blare loud sounds of techno music blasted off the stereo, thumping his eardrums. His vision was blurred. Streaks of neon-like colourful laser lights bounced of the glass walls. The thick,pungent air, tightening his chest. Noneless, the discomfort haven't seem to inhibit his thirsty habit. Before long he gulped every drop of it down his throat. He wiped his chapped dry lips with the back of his hand. And ran through his hair with it.
Numb. That was what he felt and he loved every second of it. He flinched as he recalled the scene. That painful night. He had sleepless nights ever since. He dare not close his eyes as he fears of what will come to him. What had haunt him all this while. He put his head in his large filthy hands and frowned. Something cold and hard was in complete rage inside him as he battled with his mind. The veins on his neck looked like they could burst anytime.
Just stop. Stop it. Go away. Now. Leave me alone, okay?
Chin up. With droopy eyelids and a vision now very manipulative.
"Bartender. Another one"
His eyes were bloodshot and his pale face didn't help at all. The bartender hesitated. He trembled but went on.
"Sir, this is your ninth. I think you had enough. You won't be able to drive back home"
He kept it to himself from the third.
"DO I LOOK LIKE I FUCKING CARE? Gimme or you..you get..whatever man. Just freaking do what I asked. "
The bartender clenched his teeth. He couldn't afford to mess up.
Now Im feelin so fly like a G6
Like a G6, Like a G6
Now Im feelin so fly like a G6
The bartender analysed him in scrutiny as he walked out of the rusty place after that drink. Indeed. He was feeling like a G6. Flying so high above all skies of reality. His legs brought him to the old Peugeot. The engine roared under his command.
The car went 50.
It went 75.
90.
100
The car was doing 120 on an empty old winding road.
The last thing he remembered was a white bright light coming head on. And a loud honk that seemed to last forever.
He was on the wrong way.
But it was too late.
# Edited. Stupid mistakes. Whatever.
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