Fuck, I shouldn't have had that last joint with you guys. I feel so exhausted now.
Duv duv duv ... duv duv duv ... "And God ! When did the music get so fucking loud ?" duv duv duv ...
My eyes hurt, my vision is blurred, my head is spinning and it feels like I'm gonna cough my lungs out.
"Are you OK ?" shouted someone next to me, I could barely make his voice out in this deafening loud music. "No !" I shouted back, but I think no one actually heard me, because no one retorted.
Great, now my throat hurts, it feels so dry as if I could sense every ounce of air that goes in or out of my throat and follow it all the way down my windpipe. My lungs are so constricted, I can't fill them with this smokey and stinking air. I need something to drink, I need to moist my throat and lips, I started looking from the right to the left, trying to figure out where is my beer on the table, I think I must have one there. Everything was so fast around me, people dancing, those next to me laughing and talking, the lights are blinding. Oh, there, I think that's a drink right there in front of me. I don't know whose drink it is, but all the same, I need it now. My hands moved slowly towards it, and in the way felt like I knocked a glass or something. Oh great, I got it, the glass is slippery with the moist all over it, the beer or whatever it is inside must be cold, great. Fire, that's what it felt like, fire all over my mouth and going down my throat. This is no beer ! someone is poking me, and trying to take the glass out of my grip, I tried to resist, but I wasn't able to hold on to it.
Now someone put their face right in front of me, and shouted something, "I fucking can't listen, I need a drink" I said, but I don't think the person heard me.
A handkerchief was draining the sweat from my face and forehead, that's what was burning my eyes I think, sweat .. cold sweat and smoke. Someone was helping me up, "Who is it ?" I shouted, but I don't think the words are making it out of my mouth anymore. ".. worry ... fresh air ... fucking night ... " someone was shouting in my ear. Now there was stroboscopic flashes, and my head was pounding in sync with them. I felt sick, "I feel like I'm going to throw up !" I said.
"... throw up here ... wait ... bathroom ...", "OK" I shouted back. this person was dragging me all the way through the shouting and dancing crowd.
Now the sound was stiffened that we got past the first door, oh it feels much better, but the spinning is getting worse.
"I'm fucking gonna throw up !", then my "aid" pushed me through the saloon doors of the loo. I got my head down the first empty sink I found and vomited, I kept gagging, and the vomit kept coming on and on as if I couldn't stop anymore. My stomach was aching with each spasm. I hated that sour flavour in my mouth, and the acid burning the back of my throat. I turned on the tap, and was washing my face and mouth, the best I could, the guy next to me was disgusted and was shouting at me and cursing me -- from what I've understood -- "fuck off" I answered, he held my sweat's collar and was shouting again in my face, I didn't care really, I couldn't hear, see, or feel anything clearly. "fuck off" I repeated, he was trying to show me something, I think some of my vomit reached him, well, I'm sorry, but he won't hear me say it, fuck it.
The angry dude released me pushing me back, I fell to the floor and couldn't get back up, oh the cold floor felt so great against my skin, I closed my eyes. The spinning in my head is still there, but not as bad as it was before. Oh, I could just lay here and rest, but someone got me up again, or maybe two persons. "Are you OK" a girlie voice was shouting in my ear, "OK" I replied. She was showing me her hand red with what looked like blood. "You're hurt" she said, I didn't feel any pain or anything "No" I said. She rubbed her hand again on the back of my head and showed me her bloody hand. Shit, that must have happened when I fell, but it doesn't hurt at all. Everything was probably aching in my body, but that spot in the back of my head.
Finally some fresh air, we were outside the night club, I could feel the gentle fresh air through my wet sweater as if it were blowing on my naked skin, it feels so good. This girl's hands were guiding me to the grass, where we sat, she kept examining my scull, but apparently it wasn't that serious because there was no more blood, "Thank you" I said, she didn't answer. I closed my eyes for a moment, "Don't sleep, damn it" she said, now I can hear her clearly, she had a nice voice.
"I'm not"
"Are you with friends ?"
"Yes, they must be inside, I was with them before going to the loo"
"No you weren't, you were sitting next to me and my girl friends inside"
"Oh, I must have been separated from them"
"You sure were, do you have any phone numbers I could call?"
she took my mobile phone from my jeans, and asked
"who should I call ?"
"Psyko, he was with me"
...
I opened my eyes, and I could see her talking in my phone. She was actually beautiful, she was a blond, with fair skin, blushy cheeks and red glossy lips. She must have been in her mid-thirties. she was wearing a black "nuisette" like dress, I could even see her thighs. She looked back to me unperturbed, amused even, by the looks of it. I was eating her with my gaze.
"He is not answering, he must be still inside. Should I call a cab to take you home ?"
"My wallet is in my coat, inside, next to my friend"
"Shit, how the hell am I gonna find your friends inside ?"
"Can I stay with you until I find my friends ?"
"Fuck, I'm not a babysitter"
"Don't worry, I feel better"
"You fucking owe me a vodka"
"Great, so I'll invite for a drink then"
A smile replaced the frown on her forehead.
"Yeah, when you're sober Romeo, for now, I'm gonna call you a cab, and I'll pay it for you"
"Give me your phone number then so that I could call you again to thank you properly and get you a drink"
"How old are you ?"
"20"
"Fuck, you shouldn't drink this much"
"I know, it's just that I was tired to begin with"
"Do you know where do you live ?"
"My keys too are in my coat"
I was hoping she would give up, I really wanted to stay with this lady tonight, after all, it is because I broke up with my girlfriend that I came here in the first place. Being with another woman may just be what I needed.
"Hey Pat, there you are fucker" someone shouted from the nightclub entrance and was speeding toward us.
"Damn it" I said under my breath
"You got us worried mate ! Where the fuck were you ?"
"A friend of yours ?" she said
"Yes, it's him Psyko" I replied
"OK, great" she said
"Can I have your number to thank you ?"
"I'll save it in your phone, under the name Vodka, so that you remember what you owe me"
"I will"
"OK, Psyko, here is your friend, don't let him loose again"
"Thank you Missy" Psyko said and he added "is he all right ?"
"He was flirting with me, so I guess he is" she laughed
I hated how they were talking about me as if I wasn't there, or I was just another vegetable in the garden.
When I woke up the following day, I thought no wonder she must have been disgusted last night, my sweater was dripping with sweat, stinking with vomit and stained with blood. It was in a pitiful state. I was in a pitiful state too, with a bump in the back of my scull that hurt like hell, a horrible headache, and a stink in my nose I can't get rid of no matter how much perfume I would try to cover it with. I did find a name Vodka in my mobile, but there was no phone number, just a note saying "Don't drink too much next time cutie"... Cutie ? I knew I had a shot ! Damn it, why did I have to be so wasted ? From that day on, whenever I go to a nightclub, even without drinking I would feel that sweat and vomit in my mouth, like a reminder of what happened that night of my early twenties.
