anónimo alcohólico

Ayer explotó el calefón en la casa del vecino. Vivía solo desde que lo abandonó su mujer, tenía como ochenta años (o quizás 50), era un buen tipo pero le dedicaba demasiadas horas a la bebida. Por suerte él ya no estaba cuando explotó el calefón, había muerto en el bar que quedaba justo debajo de su casa, unos meses atrás. Todo quedó hecho escombros en pocos segundos y sus cosas volaron desparramandose por toda la calle. Justo enfrente de mi puerta, cayó lo que parecía su diario íntimo: una especie de 'manual del borrachín' en el que apuntaba todo el mal que le había hecho la bebida y a la vez, le recordaba por qué debía mantenerla lejos de su vida. El manual quedó inconcluso pero al menos algunas páginas pudieron sobrevivir al fuego. Aquí algunas de ellas:

Yesterday exploited the heater in the house of my neighbor. It was living alone since your wife left it, had as eighty years (or probably 50), it was a good guy but, he was dedicating him too many hours to the drink. Thankfully he wasn't in your house when it exploited the heater, had died in the bar that's right under your house, a few months behind. Everything remained made rubbles in a few seconds and your things flew spreading out for the whole street. Joust opposite in my door, it fell what was looking like your intimate diary: a kind of 'manual of the drunkard' in the one that was aiming at the whole evil that had done the drink to him and simultaneously, remembered him why he had to support it far from your life. The manual remained incomplete but at least some pages could survive the fire. Here some of them:

my problems with the drink VI: this time is the last one

my problems with the drink VI: ok is the 3 o'clock, but... of what day?

my problems with the drink VI: the problem is not that she has left me, not at least that she isn't even at the bottom of the bottle... The problem is that she go away to the bottle of the guy that is seated in another table!