Lost Nights

            You wake up inside the janitor’s closet of the new club you checked out last night.  Apparently it was good, because you cannot remember how you got inside the janitor’s closet.  Or why you’re wearing a Hawaiian shirt, considering you’re pretty sure you were wearing a suit. 

You can only imagine what went down last night.  Girls, liquor, and of course the Bolivian Marching Powder.  You faintly remember a glimpse of what happened.  Something to do with making plans to go to Paris to check out its fine wines.  This memory makes you have a craving for wine all of a sudden.  Still laying down in the closet, you finally feel conscious enough to stand up and leave the club to get a taxi and go home.

When you get into the taxi, the driver asks you for your destination.  You respond with your old apartment’s address.  The one you shared with Amanda.  You think to yourself, why the hell did I just tell him to go to my old apartment? There’s nothing but bad memories there.  However, you’re too tired to correct yourself so you sit back and let the driver take you. 

The surroundings start to become familiar: the bakery, the newspaper stand.  Once you arrived to the apartment, you get out and pay the driver.  When you turn around, you are shocked.  Amanda is standing outside the building, waiting for something, or someone.  Filled with hatred and grief, you start running down the street to try to get away from Amanda but she follows you.  Everywhere you look, she is there.  Out of breath, you sit down and close your eyes, trying to get Amanda out of your head.  She does not leave.  Your only thought is to take more coke to try to calm down.  Only, you know she will never get out of your mind and will never leave you alone.