There is possibly nothing more boring than listening to people detail how they spent the previous night, if they spent the previous night drinking and the reason they are telling you how they spent it is to make you understand why they are feeling and the degree to which they are feeling like garbage today. (Things that ARE possibly more boring are people talking about accomplishments in video games, people talking about what they do for a living if what they do for a living is boring, people talking about stuff that happened on Twitter, people talking about different ways to get to a place using the subway, people talking about where streets are, and of course the classic “people talking about their dreams.”) But somehow this Charles Bukowski story, which mostly gets over the drinking part and heads right to the “worst hangover” part, is different? I can’t really put my finger on why, but it definitely feels different than other “worst hangover” stories I’ve heard. Maybe it’s because of the jacket he’s wearing? You take a look and see what you think.

I don’t know, on second listen I guess it’s normal. We get it, buddy! We’ve all had hangovers! (Via TWBE.)