“How old are you?” Sara the cute girl he met at the bar
just asked him the most generic question of them all.
He takes a sip of his mojito and replies.
“I’m as old as time, I was here before the wind.
When the ocean was still filled with lava.
And the forests were just overgrown blades of grass.”
His glass of mojito was empty by now and he couldn’t finish his answer.
Sara looks at him, her lower jaw hanging in the air unable to speak another word.
She tries to drown herself in the big jug of beer she ordered for her and some friends just before she talked to him.
Sadly her head wouldn’t fit inside the jug, she picks up the jug and returns to the table her friends are at.
Mojito Man remains sitting there, alone at the bar drinking away himself leaving just sadness.
just asked him the most generic question of them all.
He takes a sip of his mojito and replies.
“I’m as old as time, I was here before the wind.
When the ocean was still filled with lava.
And the forests were just overgrown blades of grass.”
His glass of mojito was empty by now and he couldn’t finish his answer.
Sara looks at him, her lower jaw hanging in the air unable to speak another word.
She tries to drown herself in the big jug of beer she ordered for her and some friends just before she talked to him.
Sadly her head wouldn’t fit inside the jug, she picks up the jug and returns to the table her friends are at.
Mojito Man remains sitting there, alone at the bar drinking away himself leaving just sadness.
