17 June 2012
The morning after the night before.We drink till we're drunk, we try to score.The sun comes up
and hurts our thumping heads. The rest of day is spent sleeping in bed.
Never again we say to each other. Then the weekend comes and we're out again. One drink, two drinks, under the cover. Waiting for the morning so we can recover.
The Hangover • Opuss № I