Late night encounters #4 elITe
I'm sitting in a abandoned bus-stop, the the hard wind and whipping rain is hitting my face with a cold breeze. My face is so cold that every drop that hits my face feels like a hail. Every time I exhale you can see the warm moist, foggy breath as it leaves my longs. The time just clicked over from 23:59 to 00:00 as I see the last bus pass in the other direction. The green sign and headlights of the bus lights up the dark surroundings around me.
I'm all alone, in the middle of the night, in a freezing situation with no bus to catch, my only friend is my 1 liter Smirnoff Vodka sitting by my side. As the cork almost unscrews itself I can already feel that relaxed feeling in my muscles, as the bottle tips over and fills my throat with alcohol I already feel relaxed.
I'm all alone, in the middle of the night, in a freezing situation with no bus to catch, my only friend is my 1 liter Smirnoff Vodka sitting by my side. As the cork almost unscrews itself I can already feel that relaxed feeling in my muscles, as the bottle tips over and fills my throat with alcohol I already feel relaxed.