Monday, March 14, 2005
I remember so well the days when the St. Patrick's Day parade was the biggest drunken day of the whole year for me and my friends in the hardcore scene. Fun and crazy antics and usually some degree of sexual promiscuity could be counted on.
Yesterday the parade day barely registered on my consciousness as I lay on the couch with my eyes covered, feeling like a hurricane was raging through my head, washing filth and debris down my neck and into my churning stomach.
That feeling used to be reserved for the day after the parade.
Yesterday the parade day barely registered on my consciousness as I lay on the couch with my eyes covered, feeling like a hurricane was raging through my head, washing filth and debris down my neck and into my churning stomach.
That feeling used to be reserved for the day after the parade.
# posted by becca : 7:09 AM
