sira knew

c. and i used to spend our lives with sira. sira would come with us to the video-game parlour. she'd watch me playing tetris for hours. c. and i would play pairs. she could follow my madness for quite some time, but after a while she'd have to give up, and leave room for the brash, loud boys who would swarm around us and claim they could beat me. sira would sit there, bored and knowing. measuring up the boys, knowing they wouldn't do. c. would wander off to play wonder-boy. and i would play on, glasses right on the edge of my nose. rectangles, squares, l-shapes, s-shapes, t-shapes....coming down through my haze. like us, sira would always have partaken. days would start at c.'s place. bottle of whisky, milk, eggs, dulce de leche, orange juice, whatever. 11am was cocktail hour. concoctions would be mixed up, tried and tested. the haze would set in, and after rummaging around for mum and dad's last coins, we'd set off, the three of us, zig-zagging our way to oblivion. a threesome bonded by alcohol, tetris and summer days.