Morning, Wake up somewhere,
The beach, the bench, the street, the park, the bush, the church an ATM machine.
Sometimes, very rarely my bed.
Projectile vomit, heave, get sick,
Brush my teeth,
Get sick again.
Walk to headquarters,
Smash a two liter of water,
Sometimes get sick again.
Midday, 6 cans of Estrella beer, Spanish omelette baguette and a liter of sangria,
Patrol the beach,
More Estrella, more sangria.
Boiled egg lane,
Heave, get sick, projectile vomit again.
Headquarters, staff accommodation, power nap, Staff dinner, 6 cans of Estrella, meeting point. Blackout tray, 2 liter of vodka and red bull, two shots of tequila, two shots of sangria washed down with two sex on the beach cocktails.
Free shot tokens, free shots.
Midnight, More vodka and Red Bull in 7/11, board the party bus, vip entrance into some night club.
Vip table with the staff, Belvedere and grey goose vodka on the house with sparklers.
Morning, Stalk my prey, promise her the world, get sick, fall asleep, get thrown out, loose my vision, black out.
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I Survived Barcelona
PoetryMy time spent working as a party promoter in Barcelona, Spain in the summer of 2017. During this time I would have reached the highest point of my biggest problem, alcohol. Delusional to the problem I had, I try my best to tell the story who I once...
