Headache like a jackhammer
God damn. I feel like I have the worst hangover of my life.
It's really quiet in here, but my head is pounding. I can't find Axel anywhere. Not downstairs, not upstairs, not in the basement, not in the office. Not even in the kitchen. I know you're reading this, you bastard. Where are you hiding? I even knocked on your damn door.
...Fuck. I can barely breathe in here.
I need to talk to you, Axel, wherever you are. The one time I actually want you to be around, you're not. That is, somehow, quintessentially you.
Ugh. I guess I'll try to track him down. Only place he ever seems to go is Traverse these days. It just fucking figures. At least I know one of my problems there is gone. Let's hope the others followed suit.
It's really quiet in here, but my head is pounding. I can't find Axel anywhere. Not downstairs, not upstairs, not in the basement, not in the office. Not even in the kitchen. I know you're reading this, you bastard. Where are you hiding? I even knocked on your damn door.
...Fuck. I can barely breathe in here.
I need to talk to you, Axel, wherever you are. The one time I actually want you to be around, you're not. That is, somehow, quintessentially you.
Ugh. I guess I'll try to track him down. Only place he ever seems to go is Traverse these days. It just fucking figures. At least I know one of my problems there is gone. Let's hope the others followed suit.