Escape
Liam:
3 months ago
“God, I should not have drank that whole bottle of Jack last night” I complained, holding my head and slinging my left forearm over my eyes to shield them from the piercing light of the sun that was streaming in through my bedroom window. I chance a glance down at myself. Just as I thought, I am still in my stained clothes from yesterday. My mouth tastes like the Sahara desert has moved there. My head is pounding so hard Metallica might as well be playing in my room.