It’s November 27, 1993 – You’re A Teenager – You Live In L.A. – Your First Hangover – One Holiday Down . . .
Nobody told you – an army of icepicks diving straight into your head. You’ve thrown up everything you’ve eaten since you were a sperm cell. You had signs – you had friends – they stared at you – they warned you – you wouldn’t listen – you were yelling “fuck
