About last night

I remember being with some friends. I don't know exactly which friends nor how many, but most of the time there were more than one. Were there? Not sure, actually. I also remember some moments when I was alone.

I remember cars, 7-eleven-like stores, sort of a sex market, drug dealers trying to sell me stuff and the police following my steps. I remember different people; foreigners maybe. Perhaps I was the foreigner.

Man, wanna know something? I got really mad about all this! These fuckin' cops trying to incriminate me for something even them couldn't explain, invading my life, my personal stuff, my privacy... at least till that moment they hadn't invented anything and I was tranquil for knowing I had nothing to hide. But why the hell did they involve my eight-years-younger blonde girlfriend in all this shit?? This was really pissing me off! She didn't deserve it, not her, not at all!

I remember my mother having called me and telling me my girl was really upset about the police invading her and her family's privacy. She was also very disappointed with me for what the cops told her. To make things worse my mother had also got angry with me for being so stupid and not even wondering they could be listening to my phone calls.

After she hung up, I was thinking about calling my girl and explaining her I was as victim as she was but I wasn't sure she would understand.

At about 10 in the morning my cell phone ringed and I woke up. It was my girlfriend telling me we're not meeting today.