Ow, my ****ing head
 

There’s no reason for me to be hung over. I wasn’t even that drunk last night. I sat around the casino for hours waiting to sober up drinking water and eating food so I could drive home legally, constantly going back to the breathalyzer machine
hoping it’d read .05. I mean seriously .05, you ***** ass Australians, where I come from its .1, I thought you people were a nation of drunks and moderately proud of that? Where’s your national sense of adventure?

Despite being exhausted when I got home I was awake in bed for at least half an hour. I got to sleep somewhere around 6am. I woke up at 8:30am feeling like hell. My insides feel like they are on fire. My eyes are blood shot and bleary but I can’t ...

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It's like Portrait of an Artist.

I like Bonds style.

"Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him." -Doc Holliday