Roma Norte

Beams of light danced along my bed. As I began to open my eyes my head instantly started to throb. I slowly began to sit up and take a sit of water from the small glass cup sitting on my nightstand. After abruptly learning it was mezcal I then began to try and depict what happened to me. Unfortunately though it was as if my memory had been wiped clean, for I had no recollection of what had played out the night before. Where even was I? All I heard was soft murmurs of Spanish jazz playing in the background. I finally mustered up the energy to stand up and explore the hotel I was staying at in hopes of understanding where I was. Yet, if I had known of the events to come, I may have allowed myself time to sit in this bed a while longer. As I opened the door from the bedroom I was quickly in dismay at what I saw next. My actions from drinking too much mezcal had costed me the misery and despair of a whole lifetime.