I just received the worst news of my life. I have terminal cancer. There is nothing to do except wait for death, my doctor gave me a stipulated time of three months, three short months. What am I going to do now? I leave stunned consultation, I only hear in my mind "three months" I enter a bar, I ask for a strong drink, I drink fast, I ask for another drink and another, the man who serves the drinks stares at me and asks me if everything goes well, I do not answer your question. And so I continue, drinking quickly, my mind is in chaos, it seems that in three months I will die, so what's the matter, I've never done this. The bartender keeps watching me, tries to flirt with me, I'm not interested in anything he's saying, I just want to drink. Soon I will not be and I know that this is not the best way to take my situation but I am very disturbed. All the alcohol begins to take effect in my body, I call the bartender and smiling I tell him: "if you are going to lie, let it be brief"