It's a quarter past four in the morning. My head constantly reels in circles. Probably faster than the rotator blades of the helicopter that i can hear getting closer as it makes it's way up the coast outside my window. The blades pounding through the air, rapidly getting faster and louder. Faster. Louder. POUND, POUND, POUND. My clammy hands grasp my pillow in desperation as I struggle to wrap it around my sweaty head. CIRCLES. Circulating, my head spins more and more and my body seems to have taken on the weight of the world as i feel gravity take on a whole new level.

My breathing quickens and my brain suddenly realizes there's no helicopter at all. Just the echo of my heart pounding to help my body try and fight the insane amounts of alcohol that I've consumed in the last twenty four hours. Within that second of realization I feel... Oh shit!

I run to the toilet and stumble to my knees as a kebab and some other dark rank looking stuff pours out of my mouth into the bowl in front of me. I catch my breath and can't help feel inspired to create an artwork as I look down into the dark, orange specked mess. I hear yelling... Oh yeah, I managed to persuade a girl to come home with me in my drunken state. "Hey you okay?"

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