You know those days.Those days when you wake up after a long night, unwashed and disheveled in some unfamiliar somewhere that is not your home; and you stumble outside with sleepy eyes onto the sunshiny street, and you're not quite sure if it's twilight or dawn, but everything's warm and everything's cool at once. And there's something strangely cinematic about it all as you swagger down the sidewalk like some kind of rock star junkie or drunken royalty—a little bit dizzy. You're wondering where you parked your car as you reach into your pocket, only to have your finger poke out the other end, and you scratch your head and ask yourself What street is this again? Then, as your mind conjures up fond or foul memories of the night before, and you're considering whether or not you should take a shower, you notice some new stains or rips in your shirt, but you can't recall how they got there, and you're kind of bummed for a second...But it's cool, because then you catch a furtive glimpse of yourself in the reflection of a window, and you secretly think to yourself: Damn, I look pretty good right now
