Okay. Recap. I'm a relatively quiet guy... perhaps the awkward type. I don't usually go out a lot. My alcohol tolerance is not the best. When you take that and add too much alcohol, things usually go pretty awry. But it's a learning experience... A few people will see that I called them in the middle of the night. Don't even ask me why.
It's funny how the mind reacts to a hangover... Personally, it makes me feel like I'm trapped in some kind of surreal dream, and I can see people's faces and hear their voices. Whenever I close my eyes for just a moment, I enter the Noir Drunk Gallery with moving images of people who are pissed.
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Waking nightmares perceive the neighbour in pantomime glory, none of its heartlight reflected in depraved memories; now in iron grip wishing for more than a pained dirge to roll over the wall of the mind, summoned strength not to last but broken and in pieces spread everywhere in the space of dark doubt, spurring onwards a spirit once lost to irrational grief, now buried in the forgotten sands of the same dream.
Note to self: get a camera.
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