河川敷でゴルフのコンペ、あったそうな。
営業接待によるサラリーマン対決みたいなの。
そう言われると、思い出す。
そんなのにカメラマンで参加したことあったな。
その夜、実家がある田舎で地震があった。
電話がつながらず、飲み会を抜け出して走った。
携帯電話なんか存在しない時代で
外の公衆電話と宿との間を何度か往復した。
それで悪酔いした。
プツリと意識が飛んだ。
目覚めたら、布団の周りに小間物を広げていた。
ゲロしたようなのだ。
先輩がコンタクトレンズを外してくれたそうだ。
その優しき先輩に向かって吐いたらしい。
その先輩は癌で亡くなって久しい。
会社も倒産して消えてしまった。
Golf Competition
It seems that there was a golf competition on the riverbed.
An event like a confrontation between office workers
for business entertainment.
Then I remember.
I have been involved as a photographer for such an event.
That night there was an earthquake
in the country where my family home is.
I ran out of the drinking party
because the phone was not connected.
In the era when there were no cell phones,
I reciprocated several times
between outdoor public telephones and lodgings.
I got drunk because of that.
Consciousness was lost as it was cut off.
When I woke up,
I was spreading the space around the futon.
It seems that I have vomited.
It seems that my senior removed my contact lens.
It seems that I vomited toward the kind senior.
The senior has long since died of cancer.
The company went bankrupt and disappeared.
