absinthesis

Let me tell you a story about my friend Tania.
She phoned one day inviting me for a drink in a bar, that we usually frequent.

-I need to talk to you. She said.
-Will you be there at 3 o'clock?

Of couse I was there at 3 o'clock. But, Tania was late as usual. I was tired of waiting and asked for something to drink...

She was terribly late. I decided to leave. A few steps from the bar, on my way back home, I met her. She was waving. Happy, but looking pale as usual, staring eyes. Anorexic beauty.

-Are you still there?

Sorry I was just remembering...
I assure you that this drawing has nothing to do with my friend Tania. Maybe...
Well, maybe it is related with those cocktails...