Hangovers. Baths full of boiling water to burn away sin. Squatting over a toilet and letting the contents of hell fall out in all its unholy glory. Take a few asprin. Wash them down with an energy drink. Sit on the bed and look out the window. Houses and windows. Mute and lonely, stood petrified waiting for the coming of bombs. Eat a slice of toast. Tastes funny. Eat two more. Cup of tea, another energy drink. Head stops hurting. Belly feels troubled. Guts the colour of spoiled cheese.
Author S. K. Nicholas 
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