Six hours later I awoke with a hangover from hell and burnt pubic hair. I wonder what's next for me. More scotch I'm sure, but I've had enough dead girls and Raider fans to last me for awhile. Sometimes I wonder how I continue to go on in this life, then I remember...
When you wish upon a falling star, your dreams can come true. Unless it's really a meteorite hurtling to the Earth which will destroy all life. Then you're pretty much hosed no matter what you wish for. Unless it's death by meteor.