limbo.

friend.

I awake to find a pleasing sight. A bar. Not that I'm an alcoholic. I just like a drink or two once in a while. But what catches my eye first is that Chris is kneeling down. "Dude, are you alright?" He says. "Yes" I answer back. "Dude, I don't think you were fine" "Why?". He goes on to explain that I have been passed out for 15 minutes straight. I ask him how we became friends. His  answer wasn't as life-changing as I thought.

I find out that we met a while back during an interview. He said I was one of the more competent guys there. He kept on talking. But I didn't care anymore. I finally knew everything. I just wanted to go home. The real world looked much more promising. I just wish I knew what it was.