(Cont)...The attendant looks at me and I cant tell if shes shocked or pissed, but shes walking towards me...
'If you want my number you could've just asked the first time' ... huh?..ohh no ...I'm married I say as I show her the ring on my finger... https://twitter.com/_YongDim/status/1279773636866584577

Shes close enough so I know she smells the alcohol from my breath...
'Well call your wife then, you're too drunk to be driving'... I fumble with my phone a bit and as I'm about to hit dial it all comes back.. I remember everything

Today is July the 5th...its been 730 days since she died...we'd been in a car crash...I cant remember how it happened because I was blackout drunk. I'd later quit alchohol and swore never to step into African shrine anymore... well except on July 5th..

I get drunk on July 5th and drive around in circles on same road we had the crash cursing the gods who kept on sparing my life.
'Are you going to call her or what?'
.. the attendants words brought me back to reality...fuck I was getting sober ...

Not again ...not another year of torment ... I noticed the stationary fuel truck parked right ahead of Me... if the gods were going to take me I might as well deliver myself to them...

I turned on the ignition and hit the gas praying to whatever spirits were around that the tanker was full of petrol....tonight....tonight I get to tell her I'm a changed man. ....