My crush asked me if there would be single chicks at the party we were going to.
I didn't get to sleep until midnight. I was awoken at 3 AM by successive text messages from the phone I forgot to turn off.
A bald guy walked into my bedroom, fiddled around for the light, and asked if Cam was there. It was 5 AM.
It's 6 AM, and I'm still drunk from last night.
No More Rock n Roll.
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