A Post Card From Claymoore

Pardon the interruption, but ……WTAF!!! When you wake up in an all white cell, with a bed fixed in the middle of the room, camera overhead and vomit in your hair with no recollection of how you got there…Well, you know you fucked up somewhere. Monday mornings typically blow, but this one takes the cake. Ha! Fack the cake, this one takes the whole damn bakery and socked the Pillsbury dough boy right in the croissant. For those of you who may think I am being dramatic,  there is a 10 hour time window where I have absolutely no memory … Continue reading A Post Card From Claymoore