those words echoed through my poor hungover body at 12:30 this morning……fucking ian, this is all his fault…..after watching a especially bloody episode of Oz and 3 glasses of wine later, im at Old School Sunday, the only white person there who isn’t working there…..
i remember at one point Andy the bartender looked me square in the eyes after he poured me my next gin and tonic and said “i’m gonna get you sick tonight”.
thats not something you want your bartender to tell you..
after several more bars and several more drinks, toad cuts himself off. Now it’s fucking 1pm, i’m still kinda drunk, going to the office wearing the same clothes i wore last night…and slept in come to think of it..
just another sunday in the wall