I remember a bar. There were people in it. There was also beer.
Some flashing lights. People jumping up and down hugging each other. Grown men were singing songs over and over and over again.
More bars. More singing. A taxi ride, perhaps. Things are a little hazy* after that.
At some point while I was asleep a bee or some kind of scarab beetle must have gone up my nose and is now burrowing its way into the centre of my brain. I think I´ll use a kitchen knife to get it out. The pain cannot be any worse.
I love booze.
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