Well, I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
(...)
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day...
What's good for a hangover?
Just reading Mexico City Blues by Kerouac or talking with my boy can help me. Or stupid things like tattooing myself the "title of my life" with a pen.
What else?
domingo, 23 de mayo de 2010
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