The Adam Boy

- CHAPTER 32 - THE SMALL CAN

Still Cultural Turn.

It was midnight and fifty, and I had received a message from my friend Jair, saying that he was in front of the Cathedral; tourist spot at ground zero in the city. There was a ballad with a lot of electronic music, at Pista Sé.

I had told him that we were already on our way, and I didn't lie, I was really going, but we stopped at all points. The third bottle of the deplorable wine was already working. It looked like only John was fine. I was not drunk, and I remembered my last condition due to Sky White. Whenever I drink, which is rare, it is moderately, and I could not miss this craze. But my head felt heavy, it felt like I was being hit by a rock in the temples. Jair kept calling and texting me asking if we were coming. Milla was also a little dizzy since she only talked nonsense. If normal she only talks nonsense, imagine the effect of a few sips of wine.

We were strolling through several places again and without seeing anything right, the important thing was to go through the stages, see who was performing, what music was playing, who was enjoying the artist.

When we arrived in front of the Sé Cathedral, a church all designed in Gothic style, one of the city's architectural tourist works, I was soon able to distinguish Jair in a small crowd that was around the church. He, as always, with a beer bottle in his hand. Three people were with him: two boys and a girl. When we approached him he soon came with a hug and already threw a bottle of wine in my hand. And guess what the wine was? Yes! That one. The damn wine with a rough taste and an ugly packaging. Could it be that in a city like São Paulo, in such a mega event, there was no other wine? I was suspecting not.

I didn't know your friends and I've been saying:

"Those here," I continued, "are my friends. Camila and Johnatam.

The two of them, and especially Milla, laughed and talked all stripped down, as if they had known the person for a long time.

"They are my most learned friends," I said.

- Wow, imagine if it wasn't - joked the girl we just met.

- Well know - said Jair -, it must be because the ones he introduced me to on the beach; Everything bagaceira. - And, coming back to me he said: - And then, I was wanting to go back to the beach again.

- I think Paulo went to the beach at the carnival.

- And where are the boys who went with us for New Year's Eve? - Jair wanted to know, because it was on the beach that he met these other friends of mine

- Do not know.

At this moment think fast: yes! I did not know. So were they my friends? I always hear that friends are the ones who are always close, and can always be where you are when you need them. But if I needed them, would they be with me at Virada Cultural, in the center of São Paulo, in the middle of the hour?

When I knew there was going to be Virada Cultural, or any type of events of that kind, I always invited, or was invited, by Milla. At that moment I realized one thing: that whenever I needed her, I would call, ask if she wanted to go with me somewhere, and her answer was always yes. Was I always helpful to her? Could it be that at some point I was unfair, being that sometimes they never let me down? Why did we go so long without speaking, but when we got together, at these events, was it so good?

From that event, I discovered how much of a friend I had and often left out, sometimes trying other friendships, sometimes trying to be lonely, with my necessary loneliness.

Oh ... I had to drink or listen to music. I was very confused.

"Jair, we're going," said a friend of his friends.