September 10, 2007
I wake up with a sweet, fermenting taste leeching from my cheeks and swollen tongue, and I know Iíve been drooling. Thereís a puddle on the pillow, and a Yuengling bottle not far beyond the nightstand. Several, bottles, actually, and I started to remember how the first one went down so easy last night, a lazy night on the couch. How the second went down even easier, the third nestled somewhere in between the second and the fourth, the fourth being consumed in the apartment across the hall with Prem and Rakeesh. The fifth, I think, was an actual fifth.