I’m walking out of the office; bored, and exhausted, heading for a party on Elm Street with Kia, where she’s invited, she’s taking me with her because she can’t enter crashing any party alone, and I, well I’m accompanying her because I haven’t any good cause of not going with her. I got disgusted just after entering into the bizarre environment; crowded places have always been my weak point; I can’t stand them, still, I went, knowing the fact I won’t be staying more than a while. I went in with Kia, she got busy with her friends, and I approached the drinks corner, had some four or five shots, then just after turning high, I started heading outside the house. The song “Things by Maggie Lindemann” is playing, and as I head towards the door, I hit a person, and he turns back to see me.
“Gab
