Sunday, October 28, 2012

i'm holding on to someone else's escape.

when you awake up less than half coherent of the misadventures that took place just hours before, your day can go one of two ways. you can shake off the blanks and laugh with your fellow hooligans-in-crime, or you can immediately raise a fist to the heavens and curse the night that even if your life depended on it, you just can't remember.