Empty

That was empty and hollow. I had not smoked much before, only once or twice, but I wanted to smoke very much last night. I don't remember, maybe 5 or 6 for the night. The drinks were crap. The Barley's tasted like soy milk, even Jack Daniel's seemed like watered-down. I gotta turn to beer.

I felt aloof from the uproars. I was like hovering in the air, looking upon these people from above, isolated, just like I always did in the dreams. The music sounded more like howls.

I shook it off and dived into the game after a couple of cigarettes.

That was what happened 10 years after.