Monologues About Being Drunk

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Sitting outside on the concrete curb, I wait for Lachlan to pick my hungover ass up. He is taking his sweet ass time. Waking up in one of the dressing rooms with a naked Ashlee draped over me was the last thing I was expecting this morning. Actually the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach, I knew I had a fair bit to drink last night but damn, to black out like that is a new low for me. Fuck, not that I’d admit it to anyone but I even had a fair few under belt before my ride. Drinking before your ride is a strict no-no. After the ride they couldn’t give a fuck, but before you jump on the back of a one tonne bull, they do. Some shit about liability. What they don’t know won’t hurt them though. Not that I ride drunk… ever. I just didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be in this city and I didn’t want to perform to this crowd. So when there was some kid filling the mini fridges with Carlton Dry, I grabbed one. But apparently, I didn’t stop at one. My head is pounding, my guts are churning and my mouth feels as dry and as rough as sandpaper. Yeah, I definitely had more than one. …show more content…

I nod at him before slumping back in the chair, preparing myself to sleep the next six hours away. “Had a good night?” Lachlan asks with an edge to his voice. I laugh, “Don’t tell me you’re jealous,

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