Story about bad habits.

I sat in the window alcove and watched the snow gently falls to the ground free of ice. Actually I’m not oblivious to the snow, looking through all those hills, forests, frozen lakes and streams. There, far away, about fifty miles, it happened. I would never say that I start to winter, and alcohol and hate.
  I realized that it was over and that she’s never been like this before. I guess I quit going to the pub, close to each other and do not respond to greetings. And all my only and only my fault.
  ”Want to go eat, I have not eaten anything for a long time.” She spoke to my mom, but I do not answer. I had no taste or strength.
  I got up and decided to stay a terrible silence. I ran to the Dreamer Deceiver hifinÄ› from Judas Priest. Do not know what there singing. And so it is probably better. Beautiful melodies, well suited to my mood and the other in this apartment. I took the hand of his electric guitar and went on recess.
  It was already dark and the snow was seen only in a street lamp, which lasts at most a week, maybe two. I am constantly fine tune the vybrnkával and slowly realizing that all is lost. Now he escapes – just not worth it. I’m still searching for an answer why. The lights work, brakes, too, so what? Yes, it was me. Booze and ice really do not mix. Now I know.
  Suddenly I saw a glimmer peripheral vision blue and red light. It’s here! The sergeant knocked on the door. Opened his sad mother and showed the ring to my room. The man opened the door and saw me.
  ’Thanks Radek, you’ escape. You’re one of the few who’s suddenly not doing us a mess. “I jumped down from the alcove off the tower and went out. Outside in the car waiting for me. I sat in the back and then waved his last to his mother.
  ”If you stayed in the car you and Klara not, you should a lot easier. You did not need to corrupt people in this world and she would have enjoyed life more. “I have weak nerves and this is a bit overdone. “Shut up, you moron! I do not know what to say if they know you ‘let me go. Did you know in what condition I was. That you at me with those nalejval odpornejma patokama and knew that I drive here and Klara. “Yeah, Paul, the man who called himself a friend yesterday, I tried to take over a girl. It did him. Now my revenge.
  ”But, but, but.” Threatened. “Well, I do not know how they would like, if I tell them that you were on meth.”
  ”You did it!” In vain I tried to sugarcoat the situation.
  ”Why not? She did not want me, so what of it? “
  On the way to the station, Paul deliberately drove past the fatal place, and smiled cheekily.
  At the station was waiting for me Detective Martin Kroupa. We picked up with Paul and led into a small room in which sat two other men.
  They began to ask me various questions, which were very uncomfortable for me. I prefer to tell the truth, and he was questioning much faster than anyone expected.
  ”Do you have anything in your defense?” He asked Detective Kroupa. I looked on smiling and Paul knew that if I told the whole truth, It would appear that Klara was dependent on the gingerbread. And I wanted to. Already enough for what I caused. Impair its reputation would deceive, but I loved it. “No, Detective, nothing.” I replied. After that they took me into the cell.

  Suddenly I woke up a hand. “Radek, I’d want to go home!” It was Klara, was standing beside me. I slept in a bar on the table. This is the Patoka Paul!

We both He staggered to the car. Paul laughed at me because I had never seen this set up. Carefully we got into the car. I started the car and started the tape. Dropped to my favorite – Dreamer Deceiver … Wait!
  Suddenly everything was me. I immediately sobered up. I jumped from the car, ran up to Paul broke his nose with his fist. I would say that either did not understand why.
  Meanwhile, Klara stepped out of the car to see what happened.
  ”What are you doing, honey?”
  ’Nothing, it will be good. Come on, you’d better take a cab. “

That night I was very lucky. It has changed my life. I stopped drinking and smoking. Klara I wanted to impress and no longer do drugs. With Paul, I have since met. And I must say that I’m not really missing.

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