Your heat rips through me...

It's late, I'm so drunk... so drunk of lust and alcohol... she lays in the bed, naked. So beautiful. The charm and beauty of a young, flawless body. Her skin so smooth and warm. Her voice so gentle. Such a fine girl. I'm drunk, utterly drunk, perfectamente ebrio.

She is mine as I am hers. At least this night. This night I'm hers. Her passion sears me as she rips my skin, leaving scarlet lines through my flesh... leaving purple marks all over my neck.

I'm all over her, into her... deep into her flesh I find the final peace as she takes me deep inside her.

Dawn...

I wake up.

She is still here.

Sleeping.

Such a beautiful face. So young, so fair, angel like to the last.

She is still here. She could stay here all day long. She could stay here forever... Felices por siempre.

I walk and pick up the bottle. Drink a little more. It is never enough...

I'm drunk again.

She is crying.

"Don't you love me?" She asks.

I don't answer.

Of course I love her. I do love her, con toda mi alma.

But I don't answer.

I do love her.

So, I have to rescue her from myself, from my ruin and from my ultimate downfall.

So I don't answer and let myself drown in the sea of drunkness...

I wake up.

She is not here. She won't come back. She loves me, but she won't come back.

It's noon, the worst part of the day...

I sleep... there is nothing much to do.

Despise the Sun

After this shitty day at the hospital I had to deal with this awful sun, with its hideous sunlight...

I cursed everything as I made way to that chilled bottle of tequila.

"Heaven" I thought...

Fuck everything, what the fuck was I thinking 7 years ago?

Medicine is a lie. A repulsive lie. A rotting lie. The most horrible, false lie that the west has ever created.

Medicine has the stench of reason, life corrupted under chritian values.

Shit, every alcoholic makes a pact with agony, not death, agony. Being an alcoholic means you are committed with the process of dying which is, of course, agony.

So, I can't think of a more paradoxical situation than mine, so fucking committed to suffering yet being in the health industries...

That deserves another shot of tequila.

Curse medicine...

One sober night...

This is an odd night since I'm quite sober regardless this searing crave to drink... heaven is a cold bottle of vodka.

A little intro, I'm a 27 years old, male, and I've been into alcohol the last 12 years of my life but I've been a hard drinker -alcoholic- the past 3 years.

Nope, I don't live in an english-speaking country, I live in México. That somber backward country that produces that godly beverage named mezcal, one of the best alcoholic drinks that you can find.
Harder than tequila, blessed by tragedy and soaked in blood, mezcal -just like vodka and whiskey- is the soul of the alcoholic.

So, join me this journey to the end of the night... and who knows, maybe, I could find deliverance...