I figured it would be best if I waited until he had paid the taxi driver before helping him carry his plastic bags. The plastic bags were filled with those bottles of really cheap alcoholic drinks. He took a little longer than expected so I approached the car hoping to light some sense of hurry on him, which i can say i succeeded. He repeatedly tries to get rid of me, but you know me, I'm a good friend and won't let him alone. I can't imagine how the fuck he would get things done without me, he's way too lazy to be responsible for himself alone, so I always have to step in.
I don't quite remember for how long we've known each other, we just kinda grew up together, never one without the other. For a long time, though, he didn't like when his parents asked if him and I were playing together. They've always seemed to dislike me, as if I was some kind of a burden to their son, well we were really friends, you know? And, as we were close friends, we didn't like the perspective of not seeing each other that often, so he started to hide our encounters from mum and dad. I'll admit, I maybe wasn't the best company, I would often make him worry too much about things that, sometimes, would have so little impact, but you know, that's just me. Sorry, i digress.
He reached for his pockets and didn't find his wallet, that dumb fuck must've forgotten it at home, you can't say I didn't warn you he was way too unorganized. So, as all friends would normally do, I yelled at him, saying how stupid he was for forgetting his wallet at home, now how could he ever pay for the taxi ride? He stared at the driver, and the taxi driver stared back, his eyes were wide open and his palms were sweating, his hands were shaking and his voice trembling. Well, I think of myself as being a really good friend, so, after one or two minutes some crap explaining he had to do, i remind him that his wallet is inside the plastic bag, between the bottles of shitty drinks he bought. I, of course, would mock him as his skin turned pale, with loads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He quickly, and awkwardly, paid the taxi driver, that wanted no more business with my friend. He jumped out of the car and reached for the cheap vodka he had in the bag and took a big sip of it, the taste was awful and grainy, as if he was drinking sandy water.
Well, that's my cue to leave. I watch from a distance as he directs himself to the party, alone.
Don't worry, I'll wake him up tomorrow.
