Idk those nights when you’re partying for hours and the drugs are wearing off and noone seems to have anymore, and the drinks are empty, and the dealers have turned their phones off, then you hear the birds start chirping and the sky starts getting brighter and you look at yourself in the mirror and see a gaunt pale face and wish someone would just shoot you because you just spent all your money plus some you didn’t have, and did a bunch of regretful shit. Yeah I don’t reminisce about those mornings.