Sitting at a light on Victory Blvd., my mind is a fuzzy mess. One part hangover, one part mid-twenties crisis. Both make me want to vomit. The noise from the radio comes out in jumbles and I have to twist the knob to get to some station that isn't harassing. The light blinks green, one car gets through. I settle on...
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