The Drunkard

It's already 10:30 in the evening, but still, i can't close my tired eyes. I don't know why. Maybe because of the soda i drank or the noise of the drunk people at the garage of our house. i already finished all of my assignments, so i won't worry about it for tomorrow. The televivion is also adding up the noise. But i prefer its noise than those of the drunkards. I have the power to shut them up but i respected my father, one of the durnkards. I don't have any knowledge about their topic and their reason of drinking such alcoholic drinks. What's with it anyway? Well, I'm just sixteen. I supposed not to know and care about it. And I'm just sixteen, but I already got into it.

It was around February. After our JS Promenade, I, together with my classmates, went to a noisy place, particularly a disco house, somewhere in Torres Street. Of course, we were there to have fun following the tradition of previous high school students after the prom. We danced all the way to the dancefloor and eventually to the alcohol. My friend gave me a glass of beer which i drank unceasingly up to the last drop. When I stood up, my sight grew heavy and dim. I felt like spinning around. Good thing I was near to a sofa which catched me. After a few hours, I was a little recovered but the effect of alcohol was still there - dizziness, bad breath and a little headache. Since that night, I have been drinking alcoholic beverages whenever there is available. And the worse, I don't have plans to stop it.