Pissed off, I threw the tortilla against the wall, and stormed out of the house.  I stopped at the liquor store, to get more gin.  For a moment, I thought about shoplifting the bottle, but chickened out.   I hated myself.

I wandered the streets for hours, getting more and more drunk, yelling at traffic and kicking garbage cans.  I had no idea where I was.

I woke up the next morning in the cemetery.  I couldn't remember how I got there.  "Damn those tortillas," I muttered, pulling myself up on a gravestone.  "Damn them all."

I stumbled home, determined to try again.