Jorgito danced to the moon and drunk too much. He was constantly vomiting on the way to home. He kissed several vaginas, including an ugly Japanese vagina, but he could not remember who he made out with. We were too exhausted and fell asleep on the way to home. While we were riding on a train, suddenly, Jorgito was hitting my right shoulder. When I woke up and realized what just happened, it was too late. Jorgito had jumped off the train already. Gerardo and I were worried about him and reached to the conclusion: he did not know how to get to my house; we had better go back to the previous station to pick him up. It was very early morning and only a few trains were working at such an ungodly hour. Thereupon, we had no choice; we hailed a cab and drove back to Tanashi Station. When we arrived at the station anxiously, Jorgito was standing on the platform and leaning his back on the wall. As soon as he saw us approaching, he muttered, with a half-smile on his lips, “I threw up. I couldn’t help it.”
“Ha-ha-ha… you overjoyed screwball! What would’ve done if we hadn’t showed up?” I asked, smiling.
“I guess I would’ve just hopped in a next train. I don’t know, man….”