It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.
Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
It isn’t so much that I always wake up with a hangover and blacked out from a hard night of drinks and drugs that bothers me.
It’s that I always wake up.
Is it possible there is no point to anything?
Nah.
May I be excused?
I’ve got to go fuck up my life with no direction for the next thirty years.