Horse With No Name

Adam's head cried out in a loud voice, forcing his eyes to open. In his dark room there were several people lying around sleeping, dead or whatever. He absolutely had no idea of what happened in there. All of the sudden, his phone rang. Was it important? Well, I suppose it could be, but it doesn't really matter, because when a phone rings most of the times we pick it up anyway. He stumbled on a still body and hit the floor. He fell so hard that the glass belonging to a broken bottle cut him in the arm. Instinctively, he tasted his own blood and, strangely as it seems, he felt alive. The fresh flavour of himself was trying to teach him something.

While Adam was dazed with the bizarre scenario, no one woke up with the ringing telephone... "Are they dead", he wondered. He started looking for the phone but he couldn't find it, so he freaked out a little bit, jumping around the lying bodies. Again, he tripped on someone, and while on the floor he reached his hands in order to lift his falsely heavy body. His touch absorbed a naked body. In some parts of the room he could smell what seemed to be vomit. Adam went to the bathroom for a shower, but he soon found out someone was already in there. Wasted people in the wasting room. More vomit. The most recent user of the toilet probably fainted before flushing it. The faeces were mixed with the floating vomit, creating a hardly forgettable fragrance. The smell was completely hideous. It was the smell of the living Adam wanted to leave behind. But those people weren't dead. They just weren't alive anymore. And was he hung over?

Unfortunately, yes. Sick and tired of it. But he didn't know how to stop. His friends...no, not friends...and certainly not his. Those people...they made him do things within his own will, but nevertheless regrettable things. Drugs, orgies, violence, disrespect for other people's freedom...in a word, decay. He had lost his values, his principles, and he no longer thought about things he used to like to think about. Whatever happened to his old friends? All in all, his mind was full of garbage, and he needed to empty it. Actually, the first thing he emptied was his fuel deposit.

He took his car for a drive and found a car salesman on the way. He sold his own vehicle and got himself an old convertible. The car was all messed up, but it would do. Adam felt like having the wind caressing his hair throughout his trip, so he bought the convertible. It was the first thing he did in a long time that he truly wanted. As he was driving, Adam started thinking why the hell he gave up on life. He remembered Roger Daltrey's voice, so many years ago, coming out of his radio: "too much of anything is too much for me, too much of everything gets too much for me". Those words finally made sense.

And Adam was heading for the desert. He wasn't doing it on purpose, he was just randomly riding his car like a wild horse running in a prairie. The desert sounded good, though. There wasn't much in the desert besides sand, snakes and the occasional hitchhiker. The wind was the only thing that would stay with him during all his trip. Now...what was he going to do when he got there? Well, did it matter? No. Adam felt he was happy. Really happy. He screamed at the sky: "Goodbye, old days!". He took a deep breath of life and before he could open his eyes to see he was in the wrong side of the road, a truck hit him.
Immersed in bliss, he never knew what happened.