You fall into bed at about 5am, having helped yourself to a sandwich from the hotel I'M A SCAMMER SPAMMER!!! (good job I used to work there...) and wake up at half 8 to a screaming noise emanating from somewhere just above your head. Fortunately it was the builders on the floor above! Get a call from Reception at 11 to ask if you're decent cos they've got a problem with the computer systems, and you have to get dressed and go behind the reception desk in your civvy clothes to reboot the hotel's entire operating system. With a banging still going on somewhere just above your right eye, and your eyes barely open. Check out about 12, put case in car, go back into hotel, to staff toilets, throw guts up so as not to risk it happening in car, and then drive 15 miles up the motorway.
Don't ask me about the night before, I still can't remember most of it. There was a drink called a BlowJob (Actually I have a feeling there were about 7 of those), a random bloke in the Press Club that I kissed, and one of the blokes that I now used to work with whose shoulder I fell asleep on. Not so bad, except that his girlfriend was also out. And he'd told me earlier in the evening that he would have asked me out weeks ago but he thought I must be seeing someone.
But it was fun!
You can have peace.
Or you can have freedom.
Don't ever count on having both at once.
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The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours