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Hungover.
Taylor slowly sits up, glaring at the world and wondering why the fuck he took those jaegerbombs. His head does not like him. As a matter of fact, everyone hates him right now. Why, world. why would you make him take those jaegerbombs. You know Taylor's a better person then that.
He's been staying at a hotel room for the last few days, needing some space from Roger and the band. The band he isn't part of anymore, and... that's a funny feeling. Can you imagine not being a Well Hungarian? Taylor sure can't. He has nothing to do today, and somehow he knows that means he'll probaly end up just getting trashed today. Sucks, really, and he wants to do something, wants to write some music, but it hasn't been coming a lot lately. It pisses him off. Roger wasn't his muse for any of that shit, Vince was, but Vince.. him and Vince haven't been seeing eachother lately, either. His network is falling apart.
Time to go back to sleep.
Taylor slowly sits up, glaring at the world and wondering why the fuck he took those jaegerbombs. His head does not like him. As a matter of fact, everyone hates him right now. Why, world. why would you make him take those jaegerbombs. You know Taylor's a better person then that.
He's been staying at a hotel room for the last few days, needing some space from Roger and the band. The band he isn't part of anymore, and... that's a funny feeling. Can you imagine not being a Well Hungarian? Taylor sure can't. He has nothing to do today, and somehow he knows that means he'll probaly end up just getting trashed today. Sucks, really, and he wants to do something, wants to write some music, but it hasn't been coming a lot lately. It pisses him off. Roger wasn't his muse for any of that shit, Vince was, but Vince.. him and Vince haven't been seeing eachother lately, either. His network is falling apart.
Time to go back to sleep.