From Qasim's Imaginary Journal

I asked Sara whether she remembered the first time we met.

"What do you want?"

I just wantedtotalk.

"Are you drunk?"

Hey, rememberthattimewhen..

"I gotta go."




What happenedtous?

"What do you mean?"



Whydidyouleave me?

"You're drunk. Look, I gotta go."

Ok. Hey..


She hung up.

That bitch. I should've never called her.

Ok. Keep it together. Night's still young.

Who's next? T...Tina?