were her things waiting to be packed for the move that I was forced to make. — One more dose, please. — I raised the glass to the waiter, who soon brought me another tequila. I would spend my last few cents getting drunk and drinking quality alcohol. If I was going to be broke, I would be a drunk bankrupt with [1] class. Then I would only have the Corotes left. It had been a shit day, I spent all of it looking for resources to get back on my feet, but the banks were vulture sons of bitches and they really wanted to see me fucked.