Eyes Wide Open

This is like SGV all over again.  Going home in the wee hours of the morning? I thought I’m done with this kind of crap.  The shitty thing about me going home very late is that, unless I’m heavily intoxicated, falling asleep becomes as elusive as a Laetitia Casta wet dream.  Hmmm, Freudian slip.  Time to take out Monsieur Le Absolut (late nights like this, I need all the help I can get). 

Here’s looking at you, kid.