The next morning, Carlos was slowly opening his eyes, and stretched out his legs across the couch. He struggled to turn his body over as he stretched his arms and yawned. He heard a man speaking a foreign language from somewhere in the room. He looked around to see that it was coming from the TV. He had forgotten to turn it off. Last night before Carlos fell asleep, it was showing one a home renovation show, and was now showing a program about the vehicle manufacturing industry in Hanover.
He looked up at the clock on the wall, and saw that it was 6:08 a.m. "Aw man, my head..." he muttered as he gingerly rose from the couch. As he did so, an empty bottle of beer fell off his chest and onto the floor, shattering. He ignored this and took the jacket that he used as a makeshift blanket last night, throwing it over the couch. He yawned and looked at the coffee table and saw that it had burrito wraps and some more beer bottles on it. There were also some burnt cigarettes on the floor.
Carlos went into the kitchen and came back with a dustpan. He crouched down on the floor and swept up the broken glass. As he did the sweeping back and forth motion, with his head being bent down, he soon felt like that he was going to be sick. Temporarily abandoning his clean-up task, he ran to the toilet and vomited into it. After vomiting a couple more times, he stumbled back to the lounge room, still dizzy. He cleaned up the rest of the glass and threw it into his recycling bin. Soon after, he threw the burnt cigarettes and burrito wraps into the trash.
Sitting on the couch again, he got out his phone to see that he had seven combined notifications from contact names named 'Joseph' and 'Michael.' He checked his messages and horrifically released that he that he had sent 54 individual messages to both Joseph and Michael. One text to Joseph from Carlos asked hhow do you smmoke cigarettsshes sso ezily, while another to Michael said tthsi shoiww ism grraet u shodul coem ovr to albubquraqudaue too watctr itf(:, yet another to Joseph whastz thfe nmane of teh dudeb in broklyn nainne neine, and the same message to both Michael and Joseph yuou shodjld comae to mexcoio with mee yoou wosuld luve chiahuhauha, tahstz wheere mosst ofs myt ffamilly ist fromv!1 But one text message that significantly caught his eye was a message that he had also sent to Joseph and Michael. It read iim goisng too colurdado sprinzgs for a campjinsg trip ysou shuould comse withs me. bbook a flaight too denvr as soon as u can. Carlos saw that Joseph had replied, saying It depends. If you are drunk and sending me random messages, then no. If you are serious, then I'll try to find time in my schedule to come, with Carlos replying iim not dreunk, I prrosimw3ejnhyg.
He then saw that he had texted Michael about the invitation, which Michael accepted. Carlos stared at his phone for a couple of seconds, before panicking and running to his room. He went to his closet and reached to the very top shelf, pulling down two duffel bags. He placed them both on his bed, where he stuffed one with camping clothes and boots. He then constantly ran to his garage and back to his room, stuffing essential camping supplies in the other bag. Once he had finished, he picked up the two duffel bags with some difficulty and ran outside to his car.
He threw the bags into the cargo bed. Before he could run back inside to make sure he had gotten everything, he noticed that his elderly neighbor wearing pajamas standing next to his mailbox, holding a newspaper and some envelopes. "What are you doing?" the old man asked. Carlos turned to the man and said, "Oh uh... just going on a camping trip to Colorado, the usual." The old man narrowed his eyes and said "I heard your loud music from your little party last night. Me and my wife couldn't sleep a wink. We were close to reporting you to the police." "Oh, sorry Ron. I didn't realise it was that loud. Listen, I'll be out of your hair for a couple of days, maybe more. Camping trip up in Colorado." Carlos said. Ronald looked at him suspiciously, before he slowly ambled back into his house, mumbling something under his breath. Carlos, watching as he slowly went back inside his house, went onto his phone to see if there was any other messages he had sent, then he noticed a text from him that asked his supervisor if he could have four days of temporary leave, with his supervisor accepting it, saying Carlos' shifts would be covered during his four day absence.
