August 2008.

Wake up tv-side of the living room, pale beer stains on somebody else's couch. It's nine AM.

The shirt on your back isn't your best one, it was as wrinkled when you picked it out of the laundry pile as it is now, twelve hours and 4 pints later. You wonder if anyone else ever thinks of these small details, almost awake and hung-over.

This morning, you are the most helpless human being to ever walk the earth. Your quest for fruitful experiences turns a dying leafless branch when summer ends. You are vulnerable and unprotected.

It pisses you off but with only four hours of sleep in your head, you're not saying much.