THE MISSING MANUSCRIPT (PART 1)

I was maniacally bewildered  when I realized I couldn’t find the manuscript of the piece I have been writing for the past six months. I couldn’t help but transfer the aggression on every living thing in my sight. It was audible to the deaf and visible to the blind that ‘Mr. Writer’ was indeed really pissed about something. The past few days has really beenv fun. How could this happen now when I was just a step closer to publishing my six months old hard work. The last time I remember seeing the manuscript was four days ago before the ‘fun thing’ I mentioned earlier happened. Exactly four days ago, some of my old friends came into town (just to party and have fun). They are all bankers who rarely have time for fun, so they all decided to have their annual leave the same time. They called me up and informed me of their presence in town, they intend staying for four days before continuing their tour of all the fun places in the country. I initially felt reluctant to yield to their call but after much persuasion I decided to go along with the plan. They took me to places in the town I stay that I didn’t know existed, we party all the way, and it was mad fun…Fun! Fun! Fun! 

From clubs to bars to joints and the lists of fun places just seemed unending. The places we went to were just too fun to resist. I hadn’t had that much fun in the last five years. The only mistake I made during their visit was trying to show my work (the Manuscript) to my friends a day before they left. I took it with me to the club we went to. Wait a minute it’s all coming back now……Really? I took the manuscript with me to the club! All I wanted was just for my friends to see what I have been up to lately, I remember having too much to drink and going black out. I was ushered into a cab by my also drunk friend (I was told anyway). Could I have forgotten the manuscript in the club?