Commentary Track

Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok.

Gahhhd.

Why is that light so bright?

It's the sun, you prick.

I know, but why is it so bright?

Again, it is the sun. So...you know...bright.

I really dont need you AND the pounding at the same time.

Then dont think stupid thoughts.

Sand.

Yes, that is sand. You are laying on your face in sand.

Sand sucks.

Sand really sucks.

Your point?

I want to turn it all to glass.

Then you'd be face down on glass. Your head would probably break it. How would that be better?

Fine. Then turn it into cotton so I could sleep.

Where the hell am I?

On the Sand.

I hate you. Oh gahhhd my head. How much did I drink last night?

More than some, less than others.

Why do you interjet if you have nothing of value to say?

I hear Spanish.

Yes I do. But I can't see. My eyes wont open. Eyes! Open!

Oh yes, they respond notoriouly well to vocal stimulous.

SIT UP!

Nice one.

You aren't helping.

I know.

Sand sucks.

You already said that. Several times.

Wait...where are my pants?

I like that ocean breeze on the glutes. Quite relaxing.

I really need to stop doing this.

Where's the fun in that?

Ok, so I'm laying here, naked, on a beach, in Mexico, hungover, having a conversation with MYSELF, OUT LOUD, WITH SAND IN MY CRACK!

Yeah, a typical Tuesday. What's your point?

My life rocks.

Ditto.

#Challenge of the Month VII: May