I looked around. I needed to break something. I was so angry, I felt like I needed to destroy something.

"Shit.. Shit.. SHIT, SHIT FUCKING FUCKED UP FUCKING SHIT!" I don't remember how long I kept screaming, I just know that sometime the screaming turned into crying. Crying into screaming. Screaming to crying. Crying to sobbing. Sobbing to screaming.

Miguel sat down at the bar.

"What can I do for you, kid?"

"Need something to drink."

"I see that, you look like a piece of shit." The barkeeper laughed loudly. He had dark brown hair, a beard, was tall and muscular. A tattoo was visible on his arm.

Miguel didn't say a word.

"What do you wanna drink, kid?"

"Whiskey, wodka, gin. I don't care."

The barkeeper looked at Miguel. "You really look like a broken hearted piece of shit. Here, take that." He poured out a shot of whiskey.

Miguel just nodded.

"It's on the house, kid."

He downed the whiskey with one gulp. And slammed the glass onto the table.

The barkeeper poured out one other.

"I guess a second one. Hm, kid?"

"Yeah.."

"Ain't you way too young to have a broken heart?"

Miguel rubbed his eyes. They were dry of tears.

"How old are you, kid?"

Miguel didn't feel like talking.

"25."

"That's WAY TOO YOUNG."

Miguel reached out his glass for a third drink.

"You're the man, kid."

"Could you please just stop calling me kid."

"No way, you're a kid."

Miguel drank the fourth and the fith shot, as he asked for one more the barkeeper said:"Go home, listen to some sad music and pray to god. There won't be sixth one for you."

"I'll break up." Miguels voice was shaking and jittery.

"Tomorrow will be a new day, kid."

Miguel threw 40 dollars on the table.

"For you, kid", he said.

"Don't get caught by the cops!"

Miguel walked out of the bar. It was cold outside but he was too drunk to realize it.

"Why did you do that, Drew? I don't get it... Jesus. Jesus Christ. Oh my god.." He was talking to himself. That was the way it should end? Miguel didn't know whta to cry over first. That he had been cheated on, that they were about to break up. That his whole life seemed to be a mess without Andy? He wanted to be with him so desperatlely but he didn't know how to deal with the fact Andy had sex with another man. He never would have guessed it. Miguel knew he had always been jealous when other man were around Andy but it was never that serious. To Miguel, it was just a sign of his deep affection and love for Andy. Although Andy complained a few times about his boyfriends temper and jealously, he always felt a little bit flattered.

This was different. Miguel was wondering what disturbed him most. That all his trust was lost or was it only the sex? He looked up at the sky and pointed out a finger.

"Hey, you. God. If you really exist why did you let this happen?Just tell me why! Or tell me what am I to do? Just a little sign, he? Just a little sign.. Just a little fucking sign!" Miguel wanted something to happen so badly that suddenly there was a breeze that blew a magazine about stars and society out of the garbage bin. YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE AND GIVE YOUR LOVE A CHANCE said the caption, it was the quotation of some really bad actress.

"That's the sign?" Miguel laughed but as he picked up the magazine and read it, he whispered: "Oh.. Jesus. This is sick.."

He needed to go home, he had no other choice. He looked in his pockets for his key but it wasn't there. He had forgot it inside as he left in such rage and anger. Knocking at the door seemed to be the only option.

There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
There's still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
It's still a little hard to say what's going on

There's still a little bit of your ghost your witness
There's still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer each day
That I can´t say what´s going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love, it taught me to lie
Life, it taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Cannonball - Damien Rice