The weekend has landed. All that exists now is clubs, drugs, pubs and parties. I’ve got 48 hours off from the world, man. I’m gonna blow steam out of my head like a screaming kettle. I’m gonna talk cod shit to strangers all night, I’m gonna lose the plot on the dance floor — the free radicals inside me are freaking, man!
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