you wake up saturday late morning/early afternoon. your tongue (which from here on out will be referred to as ‘piece of disgusting old leather stuck to the roof of your mouth’) has grown fur.
you can’t remember much.
how did you get home?
why is your nipple pierced?
who’s hair is that sticking out from under the duvet next to you? last time you checked, you lived alone.
why is the kitchen window smashed?
and then later… where are your keys?
i spotted this abandoned car when i drove into my apartment block underground parking area early this morning. someone is going to wake up in a very bad way in a couple of hours time.