A Dream

A dream ( or way of life ) of a teenager for a lifetime in a weekend.

I can say it begun on a friday, when i came into my friend house before I had to go play with my band, didn't happen much, Mauro went there and then we headed to a snack-bar near the garage to eat a light dinner before we go practise.
Hugo was hurt in his hand so he didn't play, I mean, on the guitar, 'cause the first hour we decided to switch instruments, just for the fun. Me and Mauro were on guitars, Hugo was on drums and João on bass. I guess, I don't have to mention that was a wasted hour, but at least we had some good laugh.
After the band practise we were talking about getting our own garage, a place avaible for us 24/7. We kept the discussion while coming back to Gonçalo's home. When we arrived there, we noticed that he couldn't get any drugs yet, so we rushed on foot to some guys that usually stay on the same place the whole night with some guys smoking and drinking untill they are to tired to stand up by their own feet and then head home to sleep. Yep we bought our drugs and walked back again.
After arriving home, we made a couple of joints to kill "the hunger" and then left the power of TV take over our heads. I remember something about some two movies and someone talking about time, I didn't care, I was to happy on my own world to listen to others. Eventually I felt asleep and I woke up the next day with my phone ringing. It was Bernardo asking where should we meet for our friend dinner birthday or whatever it was, I didn't knew so I told him that we would meet around 6:30 pm at Cais do Sodré. After the short chat I saw that there was already someone awake and showering. At that time I though:
- Fuck, what time is it? Damn, I felt asleep here? What happened last night?
By the time I was brainstorming, Gonçalo brother came by and asked if I wnted to go buy something to eat. I agreed.
After getting our pseudo-lunch. bring it home and eat it, I started to roll one joint, just to start a bright new day.
Time was passing by and when I had the magnificent idea to make some pipes it was already 6 pm. So I told Bernardo I was gonna be late, so I rushed into making the materials for the pipe.
Smoking from a pipe its described into taking a big breath and then hold it, you get a fucking brain lag for three seconds or so. We smoked 3 pipes and I knew I was late, so I said goodbye and left.
When arriving there and after some misunderstoods I finnally found out Bernardo and then we took a boat to go to the other side of the river. After arriving and knowing that we would have to wait s bit, I decided to make one more joint. But somehow he got there much earlier and we had to smoke it really quick.
I congratulated him for his birthday and then we rushed inside the restaurant because it was raining. I was completly stoned and we both felt like outsiders, something was wrong there, we got stuck somehow in a paralel universe where I was listening to people and I was terrified:
- Eh, my new earings cost me 200€.
Damn, rich boy I though.
- But I haven't showed to my mom yet, I think she is gonna freakout.
Fuck, defenetly not my place. All I can remember is ordering something like a beer and 4 jars of wine and getting drunk while dinning. I usually say that TV is bullshit, but at that time, was the only thing that kept my atention and stoped me from doing lot of shit. A football game was on, not that I care much but I was so stoned and drunk that I didn't care, I only wanted to leave.
When the awaited moment came, I realised that I had a big bill to pay and eventually I would throw up all in some hours later, that really afected my ego. But they told me I only had to pay 14€, at least half from what I had to pay.
Some spontaneous idea came to me of stealing a bottle of wine and put it on my bag, it seemed nice at that time, so when no one was looking, I grabbed one, put it on my bag and then wait for we all to leave. It took some minutes for we to go, was missing money, I wondered why but I said nothing, it was to much pressure on my at that time, i was concerned about the owner that was looking at me with an expression of "I know what you did, you punk!". Damn, I was only thinking in possible excuses, but by the time I got a good one we were leaving and I still had the bottle, a happy ending after all.
Me and Bernardo had to come back to Lisbon so we took another boat, in which I felt asleep. After getting there, we had to make some time 'cause our friends haven't arrived yet, so I started to make one more joint for the wait.
Around midnight we finnally got all togehter and moved on to Bairro Alto.
Bairro Alto is a place where you can find every kind of person, everyone is anonym and all you can remember in the end of the night are some really dirty and slim streets and faces, distorced faces. Nothing more.
My throat was getting really dry, so I stopped to buy another beer in a bar we used to go sometimes, the music was Sneaker Pimps. I felt inside a movie, I was having a flashback, yeah, that was the movie I was seing. the colours and the sounds were so perfect, everything was matching, but then someone grabbed my hand and took me outside. We went to a place to buy wine and to open the stollen bottle. The wine at that time wasn't so good for me, my stomach was so full that would be crossing the line drinking a bit more, so I made some joints in the meantime.
After some time of pure unconscienceness a click was made in my brain and I sent a message to Gonçalo brother, he was hanging in Bairro Alto too.
I remember few, I was in a bar with some very cool writings on the wall, it was almost like a gigantic guestbook, I could almost imagine myself lost between thousands of pages of a guestbook. At some point I couldn't separate the real from the imaginarium, I was in the fucking Twilight Zone, stuck in a guestbook with some friends and some faces, I got that feeling that I needed to get home.
So we left the damn book we started to come back home, a dream of a teenage in a weekend.

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