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I AM ROMAN SIBDRINO
CHAPTER 1
Waking up to the sound of seagulls and waves crashing onto the rocky sandy, he looked up and could see the clouds forming in a distance signifying a storm. He sat up and stared straight ahead at the ocean as he watched the waves build up from the current on the seabed. The air was so cool and fresh his entire body felt like it was absorbing every molecule that blew past. He took in a few deep breaths then opened his mouth to take in more but when he closed his mouth he tasted wine. Moving his tongue around his mouth he tasted more of it, "Red Wine!" he uttered to himself. "That damned juice of the grape vine", he said whilst chuckling to himself. He sighed heavily and memories of the night before flashed back instantly. "Damn! That was a night for the notebooks", he put his hands on his lap and watched as they both shook.
There was a brief moment of silence as he went through every scenario again in his mind. It was after the birthday song and the shots that he started to feel himself go blind. "But how did I get here? What happened to everybody and who drank my beer?". He searched through his pockets for clues and found his phone, house keys and wallet with all his money in it. That brought him much joy and relief to know that he didn't get caught up in funny business. There was an empty wine bottle just a few steps from where he woke up, a box of cigarettes and a lighter so he decided to smoke up. Pulling out and sparking up one he took a big drag that filled up his lungs and stung his air sac. As he exhaled he was caught of guard and almost lost his balance from a massive head rush. "Woah! Looks like that train hasn't left town yet, I am definitely still drunk from last night. Well it's my birthday today so I guess everything is going quite right."
He took a few more short drags before he put out the cigarette in the sand and walked to the stairs that led to the road lighter still in hand. As he walked he could hear his stomach rumbling so he decided to get something to eat. Pulling out his phone from his pocket he checked the time, it was 8:08am. "Breakfast! Yea boy!" He happily shouted as he hurried on in joy. There was a local diner that he always went for breakfast after a long night out, but this one was special because he partied until he was all lights out. He walked through the doors and headed to the bathrooms to relieve his almost exploding bladder. Closing the toilet door behind him he looked straight into the mirror in front of him and saw how he looked. Though the truth was written all over his face he brushed it off and headed to the stall.
After putting the toilet seat down and flushing the toilet he headed to the sinks. He washed his hands and splashed water on his face, dried up and then walked over to the mirror. Looking into the mirror now he took better look at himself. He was a young man of average height and built with light brown skin, black locks of hair, a full beard, beautiful teeth, small eyes, bushy eyebrows and eyelashes. He saw a mix of both his mother and father but his style of dress was definitely his father's. He wore a grey sweater with a grey t-shirt underneath, a pair of black jeans and black and grey sneakers. "Not too bad for a rough night, not too bad at all. Even though the years keep rolling by I'm still not bald and old". He smiled at himself and walked away from...
Waking up to the sound of seagulls and waves crashing onto the rocky sandy, he looked up and could see the clouds forming in a distance signifying a storm. He sat up and stared straight ahead at the ocean as he watched the waves build up from the current on the seabed. The air was so cool and fresh his entire body felt like it was absorbing every molecule that blew past. He took in a few deep breaths then opened his mouth to take in more but when he closed his mouth he tasted wine. Moving his tongue around his mouth he tasted more of it, "Red Wine!" he uttered to himself. "That damned juice of the grape vine", he said whilst chuckling to himself. He sighed heavily and memories of the night before flashed back instantly. "Damn! That was a night for the notebooks", he put his hands on his lap and watched as they both shook.
There was a brief moment of silence as he went through every scenario again in his mind. It was after the birthday song and the shots that he started to feel himself go blind. "But how did I get here? What happened to everybody and who drank my beer?". He searched through his pockets for clues and found his phone, house keys and wallet with all his money in it. That brought him much joy and relief to know that he didn't get caught up in funny business. There was an empty wine bottle just a few steps from where he woke up, a box of cigarettes and a lighter so he decided to smoke up. Pulling out and sparking up one he took a big drag that filled up his lungs and stung his air sac. As he exhaled he was caught of guard and almost lost his balance from a massive head rush. "Woah! Looks like that train hasn't left town yet, I am definitely still drunk from last night. Well it's my birthday today so I guess everything is going quite right."
He took a few more short drags before he put out the cigarette in the sand and walked to the stairs that led to the road lighter still in hand. As he walked he could hear his stomach rumbling so he decided to get something to eat. Pulling out his phone from his pocket he checked the time, it was 8:08am. "Breakfast! Yea boy!" He happily shouted as he hurried on in joy. There was a local diner that he always went for breakfast after a long night out, but this one was special because he partied until he was all lights out. He walked through the doors and headed to the bathrooms to relieve his almost exploding bladder. Closing the toilet door behind him he looked straight into the mirror in front of him and saw how he looked. Though the truth was written all over his face he brushed it off and headed to the stall.
After putting the toilet seat down and flushing the toilet he headed to the sinks. He washed his hands and splashed water on his face, dried up and then walked over to the mirror. Looking into the mirror now he took better look at himself. He was a young man of average height and built with light brown skin, black locks of hair, a full beard, beautiful teeth, small eyes, bushy eyebrows and eyelashes. He saw a mix of both his mother and father but his style of dress was definitely his father's. He wore a grey sweater with a grey t-shirt underneath, a pair of black jeans and black and grey sneakers. "Not too bad for a rough night, not too bad at all. Even though the years keep rolling by I'm still not bald and old". He smiled at himself and walked away from...
