Dog

I wake up feeling; content; satisfied; hungover; sore; beautiful.

The drill in my head cannot get to my smile. If you ignore it, it stops looking for attention.

I get up from my hostel bunk and prepared myself to roam around this town. Few words will be spoken today. I am a dog in the streets. All the dogs here are fat and happy; including me.

A night of drinking; shuffling feet and swaying hips; twisting and turning; Sweat drops plummeting to my toes and spraying onto the walls when i shake my head to the music. 

Im not sure the number of caipirinhas i had last night, but the dog does not concern himself with counting.

The only important thing is to be fat and happy.