Through the Haze
I was a different man when I met her, different from what I am today. I was angry, depressed, suicidal and optimistic, all at the same time, a bad combination I must say. But she came in my forlorn life as a breath of fresh air, or rather I should say, as a car that backed out of the driveway and slammed right into my car. It was one of those days for me when the day and night just kind of turned into a haze of purple smoke and empty beer cans and I had no idea where I was. It would appear that I was inside a pub nearby drinking my 8 th tequila shot when someone came rushing in and said that my car was in an accident. I was kind of surprised, considering that I was not at the wheel of said car, but then I still went along, half expecting a mess of a car crash, only because I didn’t bother to read the sign that said “NO DOUBLE PARKING”. This had happened to me before, no big deal, I told myself. As soon as I stepped out of the pub, the sun hit me in the eyes and I almost re...