You’re drowning your sorrows in alcohol again, but this time, you took too much. you stumbled and fell on the floor, unable to get up you held onto the chair. “Get up pendeja, im not your mother, it’s not my role to help you.” Your boss, Valeria said, as she mocked you with other cartel members. They usually got drunk so it wasn’t a big deal for her. But seeing that you were struggling, she sighed, and kept an eye on you the whole night.

“Dios mío..”