Breakfast of Champions
It was my third weekend in the city and my new roommate Tom walked through the door with a case of 24 beers and 3 joints.“If you don’t have plans we can get fucked up and enjoy the Mad Max trilogy.”Having no other plans I agreed; the new job was stressful and I needed to blow off a little steam.Partway through the third film, the last of the beers was gone and the pot was smoked. I was dozing off, barely able to keep my eyes open. “Hey man I’m sorry I’m gonna crash,” I said. “Can’t stay awake.”...