“Christ”

I muttered it underneath my breath. I couldn’t believe I was still hungover, and It was almost 3:30 in the afternoon for fuck sakes.

“My god”

My head hurt like a bitch. The throbbing just wouldn’t stop. Three tylenols later an it still kept on. But whatever, we’ve all been there before. Just natures way of saying “this is what you get for drinking all the J.D Curly! You drunk fuck!”

My bedroom felt hot. Really hot. Well, what could I expect? It was the middle of summer for fuck sakes, and we were in the middle of a heat wave. The radio on my dresser hummed some kind of song. I couldn’t really tell what it was, It sounded a bit like country. But hell, with the state my head was in, fucking Cher would have sounded like snoop dog. I didn’t like it, whatever the hell it was. And it was starting to piss me off. So I decided, that it was time to get up, and face another day in the Rocket Ridge trailer park.