Other life

Other life
Hi, my name is Gram Remington, i wanted to sher with you with my trip. In my trip i discovered a lot of new thing  and lost as well. I am just an commonly employee in big and fancy office building. You know those high buildings covered in shiny glass and all the people wear suits . Yes i am one of them and i work there. I cant say that i cant afford anything, money is not a huge problem for me. As all office workers including me Friday is the day when we count hours till end of working day. You will say , everybody does that , its nothing special and i agree with that, it isn't. But for us penguins ass rest of people call us , Friday is party day. Every Friday after work we go to the nearest bar and just have fun, a lot of fun. This is the day when we can forget about numbers , clients, and ofcourse boss who is staring all the time at you and breathing in your back as some kind of deaths little helper. Bar, yes i love this place, there is karaoke machine a lot of single girls who comes here to run from everyday problems and awful work as we all do. Oups i for got to say about the most important part of Friday, we drink tequila, a lot of tequila. What can i say, the work we do is rubbish and one of the way to for get it is tequila. Every Friday ,and if we honest all Fridays have the same scenario, we drink tequila first five shot is for rubbish work, next five is for better future and res of shots is about everything juts to forget that awful office. Then we go to stage and sing karaoke. Every Friday we sing one particular song - Limp bizkit - brake stuff. We sing this song from all hart, because we all want better life, better job, this is the thing what all people want don't we? After lots of tequila and singing we meet girls who are dancing near barmen and drunk as we. Next thing is butterflies lots of love and sex in ladies room. You know what is funny? we never met them again next morning. And that is that beauty about Friday you have fun and there are no consequence. Saturday, i open my eyes very slowly because everything hurts, from eyes to feet, i have feeling like coach run over me a few times. I look at my arms , they are in blood , ok , yesterday i get fight. I look closely, its no my, even better. I am 27 years old, i have no wife , no kids, but i have house near beach, fancy car and some other things who cant afford some guys at my age. I have all those things, but I want from my life something more, something more live, with taste. Now my life tastes like a 3 days old sup with onions in it. I sit on my white leather couch and thought , i must do something, i cant live like this all my life. After nice  weekend i didn't wanted to go to that gray office with all those numbers , angry clients, all those calls, man i hate it! I toke my concrete face and went downstairs to garage where my black ,fancy car was already waiting for me. I sit in it, start engine and  slowly was heading to work. After few miles cars on highway was getting more and more traffic was getting more intense. Suddenly the car that was driving in front of me started to change rows chaotically. In next moment i saw this car heading to opposite lane with blown up tire...... to be continued