Short Stories 32 — Vacation with the Boys (Part 3)

We stayed at the beach for entirety of afternoon till 5PM. Now we paid the bill and left the shack. It was an amazing experience. Reached our hotel room. One of my friends wasn’t able to his driving license. We looked for it in the entire room. Searched it an hour but still couldn’t find it and at the end found out that he had dropped it near the check-in counter.

Another friend was constantly having calls with his client. So now we were waiting for him to be done with so we can go out. Out of boredom we started drinking. Not only did we drank whiskey but we also whipped the big guns. Big mistake, we started smoking the pre-rolled joint. It was a very good weed. We were out in 20 -25 minutes. Our 4th friend and he was out too.

We started drinking and smoking at 6.15PM and by 7PM we were giggling like 12 year olds. We were having a blast. Making jokes and laughing to the worst one of those. I usually don’t like weed. At at some point we all fell asleep. Woke up at 10.30PM out of starvation. We all got ready and went to go get something to eat and enjoy the night life. We had our dinner and headed towards a well known club.

We ordered few drinks and danced. One of my friends met his friend over there and somehow they arranged heavy drugs. And my friend mixed in into our drinks thinking it would be fun. But from there the actual trip began. I was completely fucked up after that. After that all I remember is leaving with my friends. I followed them and it turns out they were not my friends.

From there I stole a bike trying to get to my friends. But it turns out I headed away from them. Unable to find my friends, I headed towards the beach. And spent rest of the night sleeping on the bed of a shack. The owner let me sleep as he knew the during day I had come here.

The next morning, I woke up. Unable to find my wallet or cellphone. I did not know were I had to go. I knew my best friends number so called him using the shack owners phone. Finally he came and picked me up. I reached the hotel room. And saw all my friends were fucked up after last night. Both us went back to sleep, ignoring all the bull shit. Woke up at night again. Did not care about where my phone was nor the wallet.

My friend told me that I had almost drowned at the beach. It turn out that the shack owner saved my life. I wasn’t chilling here. He actually saved me from drowning. By then our days had ended. After that we returned home. Fuck the vacation, fuck the boys and fuck this stupid as dumb story that I don’t know why the fuck I am writing. These 500 words are just painful.