The last drink

I invited reason to an unprecedented evening; I gave her a couple of drinks, not intending to look like a madman. I did not listen to her at first, because impatience sounded even more interesting, I was alone, so nothing happens, just a man with his thoughts on the edge of a bottle of cheap whiskey.

I'm overcome with desperation to accomplish my goals, but a cigarette will relax me a little more, at least that's what I want most. It's funny how whiskey gets milder when worries overwhelm you, but at least the agony will be short-lived. It's time for a change.

I have lost many things, all because of this damn vice, I did not expect to reach this age in complete solitude; I guess pride is not the best weapon when you are not right. Maybe if I had done things better, I wouldn't be going through so much, but what difference does it make, if time doesn't come back even to give a warning?

Mistakes made, there have been too many of them. Maybe I didn't see it at the time, but life goes by so fast that one doesn't think that in an instant, everything can change for you. It's funny that today what took me away from everyone is the only thing that accompanies me. Damn vice, I can't give it up, not for now.

I missed so many events because I was at the bar, I'm sure they know me better there than in my own home. I spent so much time blaming work stress, I completely forgot that there were children growing up with my blood in their veins. I thought I deserved those breaks, and now that I have them full time, I just can't take it.

Many claims that alcohol serves to bring people together, tell me about it, I separated everyone over a good drink, or a bad drink, depending on how you look at things. The only thing that accompanies me is my own ego, and that one is really defeated because when he felt powerful, he went over everyone's head. And now he is prostrate on the floor.

I'm halfway through the bottle, and the night has just begun. Time does pass slowly when you have no one to share it with, but for some strange reason the bottle runs out much faster. My sanity is already leaving my body, and I understand it because it's not that I've been the best, at least I've become more understanding of my defects, those that are irreparable.

After this, and I hope so, I must have a new beginning, one without outrages, one that makes me see life again fresh, and not lonely gray, and just for that, I toast fully, I toast, I toast to the last drink.