[Bodey]

Woke up this morning, thinking I escaped the hangover. I took a nasty shit, the kind that slips out of your ass like a Dairy Queen swirly machine, leaving your butthole burning with trauma. By noon, I realized I must've still been drunk earlier, because I suddenly felt hungover. I forced syrup-soaked pancakes in my mouth and fought through the shakes, sitting in a smelly Denny's surrounded by ugly people feigning happiness. I returned home and smoked a bowl, only to discover cat shit lodged between the rug and the tv stand, with a smell attached to my gag reflex. Weed no longer settles my stomach, as I find myself with my hands on my knees blowing chunks into the litter box. Without showering, I change into my work clothes and head to a job I hate, with a boss who sucks, and wonder where the fuck I went wrong in life