Nightmare du jour

This time I ‘woke up’ in a bathroom stall, drunk, only to realize that I had somehow left Jack sleeping in the car, outside on the street, where there was a police officer waiting to ask me a few questions.

I woke up for real just as I got to the part where I had to explain to Greta why I was such a sh*thead.

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