“Alessandro”

What a hangover! I hated being hungover, that’s why I didn’t drink often, much less as much as I drank yesterday with the guys. Damn! My head is going to explode.

Last night, each of us had our own reason to drink until we passed out. So we got together and got drunk like college students in a dormitory. But now I wanted to die so I wouldn’t have that headache.

Patrício came into my office supported by Mari. She sat him down next to me on the couch and the waitress, Mrs. Margarida,