A suicidal journey that ended up with life

He was in his late 30’s, medium dark hair, round and pale face, with huge circles under his eyes. You could see on his face that he experienced many excruciating sufferings, which made it look like a tired battle field, with all the wrinkles carving deep lines on it, which made smiling seemingly impossible. When looking in his eyes thought, a wide emptiness could been seen. They were far away, cold and exhausted. 

After a life full of disappointments, failures and pain in soul and body, he reached the conclusion that this world has nothing else to offer for him and concludes that the only way out is death, because nothing could touch him anymore after the final eye blink. 

When he looked back in time, the last moment when he was truly happy, was a couple of years ago, while being on a trip in Mexico with a few family members. He therefore decides that his last breath should be taken in that city and place. 

After packing only his favorite T-shirt and favorite pants, he heads for the airport and buys a one way ticket to Mexico for the same day.

On his six hours flight he couldn’t close an eye because his mind was overflowed with all the unfairness of his life and all the thoughts that put him on the plane with that single purpose. 

He started thinking of his family and the few friends that he will leave behind, what they will say and how the world will be impacted by his disappearing, but he realized that only a slight of tears will be shed and life will continue in a normal pace for everybody. 

The thought that upset him the most however, was that he could not agree on how he will actually do it. Should he cut his wrists, buy a gun and shot himself or should he hang from a pole? 

 He was coming from a heavy winter, so when he arrived in Mexico and the sun caressed his skin it felt really good. He jumped in a cab and asked the cab driver to bring him to the hotel where he stayed with his family a few years back, because he decided that the best way to go out, was jumping of a high building thinking that gravity would make his job easy and that hotel suited his needs. 

 During that trip, the cab driver asked him if he is there for business or pleasure, but he answers that neither one thing nor the other. After he paid for the ride, just before he exits the car, the cab driver asked him if he doesn’t want to buy some cocaine from him, to ease the journey. He stays put for a moment, thinking that he hasn’t done it since college and that probably it would not hurt to do it one more time before he dies, so he buys a few grams from him. 

 After checking in, he stops at the cocktail bar and buys a 50 years old whisky bottle then goes directly to his room, gets completely naked, pours himself a glass of that Irish whisky and sniffs two fat lines of cocaine.

The moment when that powder reached his throat, he felt as if he woke up from a really long sleep, full with energy and a power that he never felt before. As far as he could tell, it was a good stuff. 

 Since he was feeling strange and almost favorable, he decides to postpone his great deed, so he sniffs another fat line of the same substance and tops one more glass of whisky. After a couple of hours of this peculiar state, he puts a robe on and goes down stairs to the receptionist, to speak with him face to face. Since money was not a problem to consider for the afterlife, he gives him a 100 dollar bill and asks him to go to the pharmacy and buy him a strip of Viagra, for his limp equipment, then find him two prostitutes and sent them to his room. After he said it however, he changed his mind and asks the receptionist to send him three girls, one blonde, one brunet and if possible one red-haired. He also specified that they should be exquisite beauties, the best money can buy. 

After half an hour, he hears a knock on his door and goes to open it, still naked since he didn’t find any motivation to put on some cloths. In the doorway he finds exactly what he expected, three beautiful girls, with big eyes, long blonde, dark and red hair and with bodies carved as in ivory, that could make hell freeze for a moment. 

 They didn’t go directly to business. First he poured them some whisky and offered them some cocx. They gladly accepted. In the meantime, he swallowed a Viagra and asked them afterwards to slowly take off their clothes and gently play with each other, until his Cocaine-limp equipment starts his engine. 

As he was watching them, he realized that a childhood dream is just about to happen. The fantasy of which he read in dirty magazines when he was younger, the fantasy of sleeping with more than one girl at the same time. With three appealing women, to be more specific.

He slowly and carefully joined their games and found himself switching bodies, lips, touches and kisses with them and seeing them doing the same between each other. He noticed with pleasure that they fancied him and that their hugs and kisses on his body and face came as a pleasant summer rain, after a long long time in the sun. It went on for a few hours, until the whisky and cocaine was consumed, so he decides to order more by calling his provider from the reception. 

 They fucked, kissed and loved each other for three long days, without leaving the hotel room with the curtains drawn, powered by all the cocaine, alcohol and Viagra. They ordered two times something to eat from the room service menus, but they could barely swallow half of it. 

They slept a few hours but only to wake up and start everything all over again. After the three days passed, he thanked the girls, kissed them goodbye and went to sleep for almost another two days. 

 He woke up in the matrimonial bed in the same hotel room, alone and with a big headache, but even so he couldn’t stop smiling when he was reliving the last days in his mind. He remembered, that as he was concentrated on the girls and intoxicated by the drugs, he almost forgot why he was in Mexico and now that he had his senses back, he submerged in deep thoughts.

He realized then, that he lived more in the last days, than he has lived in many years combined and he then remembered that he is actually charming and sexy, funny and witty, beautiful and strong. Strong for whatever may come towards him. 

 He concluded that life is after all worth living. Even if it is only for short moments or for the little pleasures in it – it is worth living. He decided to live, face his problems and never to go back in depression and miserable thoughts. 

He swore to himself never again to consider taking the cowards exit.

As he was flying back home, he couldn’t stop laughing at the irony of drugs and prostitutes saving his life. 

Inspired by true events.


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