At times like these
Wake up on a sofa bed, a beeping answer machine providing just enough irritance to mean I can't get back to sleep properly. Hands are covered in congealed tree sap and I smell like a cross between a pine toilet freshener and a bonfire. What happened again?
. . . on location!
...better out than bouncing around in that skull of yours! 






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