Under the dim lights and thick black star ridden sky, we raced to the rendezvous like some giant alien dog with wings was chasing us. A kilometer later, my bike started groaning, warning us to slow down so it doesn’t break down. Who listens to machines? In a matter of minutes, we were at the hotel we agreed to meet at.
On the table were two little cups with smoky hot tea, the elixir of life waiting to get into our throats. The night couldn’t get any better! Another cousin joined us a few minutes later so another round of tea is inevitable. Such situations often lead to long hours of talk, so we decided to sit under a bus shelter in the dark corner of the highway.
As the buses and lorries roared by, the conversation kicked off, each of us talking and shouting at the top of our lungs, making fun of each other. Boy have we changed! What do you think men talk about when they meet??
“Nobody dies virgin, bro, life fucks us all.” Said one
“No, life is always the same, we don’t it to ourselves.” Added another
“This calls for a drink!”
And voila, there appeared a bar right in front of us. A bottle of vodka and there we were, on the terrace of our house, merrily drinking and reminiscing and repeating it all over again.
“Oh my God! We finished it all.”
“Enough, we should sleep. It’s 3 AM.”
We got onto our beds, talked ourselves to sleep.
I opened my eyes to beautiful sunrise, the light sneaking through the half open window.
There I stood, window now fully opened, a ton of TNT exploding in my head, yeah, I’m hungover. But that’s not the problem, man.
I only slept for an hour and a half and couldn’t go back to sleep again.
Old habits don’t die hard, they kill you instead.
Tips to help me sleep for long?
(When I lose sleep for a night, I sleep for two entire days to recover..!)