Flashbacks
It must be morning, the sunlight through the hotel’s curtains is piercing through my eyelids. I slowly open my eyes. God, it feels like there’s sand in them. My head is pounding, and did a cat shit in my mouth? Reminds me of a Frank Sinatra quote I read at a bar, “I feel sorry for people that don’t drink because when they wake up in the morning, that’s the best they’re going to feel all day.” Yeah, well Frankie, I’d rather be one of those people right now.
