A Waltz out of a Blues

It happened again. I blacked out. I have no recollection of last night. As a matter of fact, I don’t remember most of yesterday. I do recall going to a pub two nights ago. I had already had one too many drinks when I got there. My friends urged me to stop, annoyed me to the point where I didn’t wanted their company anymore. No, wait, that was before. Yes, that’s right, I have been to two pubs that night. I left my friends when they got on my nerves after the fourth or fifth pint. I left and went to another pub, to continue drinking in peace. Continue reading