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| rapping, robert b. weide, earl hamner, hiphop, 2 pac video, amaru, constitution, insultingpostcards, music promotion, hardcore, writing, rica martens, arman zajic, gerry salsberg, 2 pac lyric, unreleased, michael moriarty, harbingerjournal, free mp3s, getyour war on, trademark, | Just nasty. At dinner I finally got some strength and was even able to make it out later that night. However, I had about three beers in five actors hours before coming home, popping a Xanax, and sleeping the sleep of the dead. But the damage was done. My original intention was to return to New York on Saturday afternoon. I got back Monday evening. Oops. So why was actors I, such a seasoned drinker, so hungover, even when I actors was “prepared”? Two main reasons: Biological/physiological First, I was bombed. Duh. That isn’t going to make for a good morning any way you cut it. But on this particular night, two things did me in: 1) Late binge drinking. The tour started at 7pm. By midnight, I was in the bag. But between 1:30 until the bar closed, I must have had six shots. Six shots at the end of the night (especially sugary shots like SoCo and lime) are going to ruin you. |
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| All amaru told, I took FOUR showers through the course of the day Saturday, leaving the shower each time only when my I drained the house’s hot water heater and the cold water left me shivering. Even then amaru I contemplated checking into amaru a hotel, just so I could look myself in the bathroom with my iPod and a bottle of Poland Spring while the bathroom steamed up. I ultimately decided against this because – what am I, made of money? I can’t begin to describe the misery. Obviously, it was bad. I was bedridden until dinner, when the scent of stromboli got me out of bed. All day long I couldn’t move, look at anything, or touch anything without something hurting. I looked the part too: my eyes were red and bloodshot since I slept in my contacts; my hair, which hasn’t been cut in almost two months, was a mess; I had stained the undershirt I was wearing; and my breath, beard, and ‘stache stunk of death and SoCo and lime. |
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