Emiliano Mancilla

Next day, we went for breakfast in the morning to this place famous for its chicken and waffles. My Jaw was hurting like hell, and I forgot to say that I had been bleeding every night, my mornings would start with me noticing the blood stains in my pillow. After breakfast, we went to the bean and took some photos, Julia’s consumer brain convinced me to buy some clothes, so I got 2 extravagant floral shirts. 

 In the afternoon we went to the Skydeck, as I was eager to feel like a super hero. The “leap of faith” scene in Spiderman into the spider verse was one of my favorites, and I wanted to replicate it in my way by falling forward into a push up position into a crystal cage in the 103 floor of one of the tallest buildings. Sadly when I did it I didn’t feel the adrenaline I though I would feel, just a normal push up with the image of small objects bellow. The good thing was this sense of being in the top of the world, and to have the point of view my favorite superheros would have. I could imagine myself in their costume, ready to fight crime for a little moment.

There’s a thing about being at the top of tall buildings that makes you feel powerful, seeing how all the components of the city look so small that they could fit on the palm of your hand. It feels like you could be in control of everything that’s happening as you can observe it entirely, no restrictions at all, the horizon is far away and the world is too big and full of possibilities.

“I’m gonna do great things” I thought

We went back to our places and took a shower to get ready for the night, I planned to skip the pills because I wanted to get pretty drunk and didn’t want to hurt my liver, but the pain was too much to handle. We drank some vodka at Julia’s place to get in the mood and then left to the club, a stroke of luck made us end up in a bar were they were playing live rock music instead of the Hawaiian place she wanted to go, the songs were popular covers but it felt so much different that the blues one, I finally could feel the energy that I wanted, something that moved me. 

The singer was a fatty dyke that I was sure was going to get lucky after, her performance was solid. Out of a sudden my dick and my egocentrism started to whisper to my ear that Julia might had been flirting with me, I must admit that the beer and the sense of freedom after my recent quitting helped too,  so I kept close, curious about what could happen until a guy out of nowhere started talking to her and she followed the conversation, which was a huge relief as the not primitive part of my brain knew that the most important thing was to take care of the friendship. I went to the bathroom and hid for a little bit to leave them alone, until the guy left. 

“What happened?” I asked

“Why did you leave me?” She replied

“Because you were with that guy and I noticed that things were going well, wanted to give you some space” 

“Iughhh no! We talked about heavy metal, and we wished long life to metal” 

“All right” 

She stuck with me and we watched how the dj started playing country once the band finished, and how the boys tried to dance with the girls, who were astonishing. It had been always a challenge for me to flirt with the American girls, as the ones that were beautiful were extremely beautiful, but also because I grew up with the story that all Americans saw us like a plague, which made me have as a fact that even when they were gracefully polite and friendly, they weren’t attracted to me. So there, I wasn’t exotic, nor rich, and I didn’t even had a great body, I was just falling in love with every pretty eye that I saw. 

We left to another place that was full but got to get a space in the bar. Everyone treated us like a couple, “the latin couple”, and it was pretty nice, everyone was a sweetheart and gave us a great service. And we talked and talked and talked, and my mind sensed the flirtations again, making me get closer and closer, sensing the warmth of her body and the wideness of her pupils at the rhythm of a good R&B set, until the bar tender told us that they were closing, making me thank the gods of friendship again.

I walked her home and then went to the hostel to sleep my last night before heading to San Diego.