An Open Letter To My Drinking Buddy
Dear X, I feel your pain. Literally. The pain in my head is so extreme, I am quite certain that it must be the accumulation of both yours and mine. How this is possible I do not know, but I am in no such state at this present moment to research. Anyway, I was hoping you might help me to fill in the gaps of last night (why, when and how, for example, did I tear my expensive jeans […]