A Rock Star Starts His Day
The next thing you know you wake up spread out in an awkward position somewhere other than your own bed … your mouth open and so dry you could swear there’s a bone in there … wearing remnants of the party … beside a stranger whose name you can’t place.
This post was added on Sunday, February 03, 2008 by Tom Swift at 10:11 and is filed under Dog Days.
"Any idiot can face a crisis. It's day to day living that wears you out." -Anton Chekhov
