I woke up on a strange couch (although technically, it was a futon) this morning. I spent the next minute or two trying to remember where I was. Then I heard the sound of Kenny yelling, "Jason, get up! It's almost eight," as he heads out the door to go to work.
Then there was the disorientation of remembering I had to go outside to smoke a
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