The pain of sunday morning is rarely rivaled by any other phenomena. We are now forced to come back to sobriety in preparation to live a "normal" life monday through friday. Coming back to the real world means no more otc with strippers, no more cocaine powdered walls and broken mirrors, no more nipples covered in roll dust.
Gotta put on a suit and tie tomorrow.
Until friday...


I hate going cold turkey after the weekend. There's a club in town that opens at noon on Sunday. It's pretty low-key with few customers and only three dancers, but two of the girls are gorgeous and one happens to be my current favorite. It's a nice way to ease out of the weekend.