I just can’t get rid of this feeling that I woke up to ragga music still a bit drunk in London. I mean, it actually happened exactly like that today, but I feel like it happened every single time I drank. Not just last night.
I woke up half drunk to ragga music. That’s what I do. Every single time. There is no other feeling I could remember or compare or relate to. It simply did not exist. But this does. Did. And will.