Historical Digital Archive of the Town of Maricao

That is very clear to me in my memory. We had met that morning to discuss important issues as usual. I remember that day we chatted amiably about the uses and virtues of fermenting cane. I remember that we even made a list listing all the medicinal properties of alcohol. That if alcohol is astringent, that it serves as a mood restorative, that if it cleanses inside, that it beautifies, gives courage and is a hair tonic. In conclusion, alcohol is very good for many things. 

We were about to end the meeting, but as always happens in conversations between friends, there is never a lack of jokers who lend themselves to grace with the sole purpose of watching the World burn. I don't know who it was, or how he did it, but the truth is that in the midst of everyone, a bottle of rum appeared uncovered. 

That's not fair. It's not worth it. That's the last thing I remember. I felt how my vision clouded over and the voices of my friends faded little by little. I don't know how I did it. I don't know how I got there, but I woke up without shoes and with my shirt open on the sofa in my house.