| 04-10-01 Chapter II - The Last Work on monday was really a bitch. My boss was bothering me about work I hadn't done, and I didn't really want to hear it. You know how it is. Enough people complaining you get acclamated. Don't do your work and people complain. So what do I do? Enough to keep my job. After work I got drunk. Not at the $500 bar that I met Victoria at, but some hole in the ground next to my apartment. The games on, so I sit sort of in suspended motion letting my bladder and head become one with the beer. I drink to forget past, and blur the present. Oh and forget the future too. My bed is so warm and my head is so pounding. I guess I got kicked out of the bar for fighting. Here's the thing about fighting. It's mutual man, equal parts indifference and hate. So I changed the channel and when the guy complained dumped beer on his head. Didn't mean he had to punch in my eye. Overall not a good day. Not really anything special about tomorrow either. What did I go to college for, to be a drunk paper pusher? Because I went to bed early last night, or passed out I don't remember, I woke up early today. My eye was swollen shut, brain cramped together and I had to take a monster piss. While doing my duty however a strange thing happened. Apparently, Victoria had written on my mirror in the bathroom. How did I not notice this before? Maybe it wasn't even there yesterday. But there was the saying "The Last" in red lipstick. How I met this girl was an odd thing too, remembering now. I mean it was right there in the paper, it read: "Looking for the girl of your dreams? Call 555-5235. The Last". I think I was drunk when I called the number, and left a message. She called when I was at work, and told me about the club and the money, yet had an urgent tone in her voice. I went and the rest is history. Not the end of the world. I hope she didn't mean that my penis would fall off and I'd never sleep with another woman again. I mean I thought I was respectable in bed. C'est la vie. I went through the day, my penis didn't fall off and work was allright. I got back to my apartment and well, it wasn't there. |