Fifty Nine

I wasn't thrilled about going straight to work at five in the morning. Something tells me that all the drinking I did last night was starting to weigh me down. I've been putting off vaping for now. The last thing I want is lung cancer.

Then my phone started ringing, and I put the device against my ear, "What?" I didn't mean to be rude or standoffish, but it couldn't be helped sometimes.

"Chill, bro." Who is this? This couldn't be my boss. He could barely talk straight. "Sounds like you're making deals with the devil again."

"Excuse me?" I said. This time I was fuelled with rage.

"I'm Sebastian. You're friend from college. Didn't you use to make fun of me for not doing my research properly in one of our classes together? Well, look where I am now. I'm in fucking Switzerland."

"Excuse me?" I said once more. "Who are you again?"

He sighed. "Of course you have dementia. You aren't even that old to begin with."

I was ticked off. "Excuse me, Mr Sebastian, quit with the mind games. Because I am not here to play them."

"Sure, sure. Call me some other time." Then he just dropped the call.