He woke up.

Took his way downstairs. 

Had breakfast. Don't really remember what he ate, but was tasty. 

Got into his car. Drove fast - as usually. 

Smoked his cigarette. Then one more. 

A lot of stress. After work.

This was Friday night.

Going out.

A lot of beer.

A lot of girls.

A lot  of music. 

Then he called a friend to complain about that girl he had sex just couple minutes ago.

He lives forward.

Doesn't really care. 

Sweet life?