Hot, loud and cantankerous
Gus stumbles into the day and starts his weekend with a bang
When I finally roll out of bed it's late on Saturday morning. The daylight seeps in, past the shitty layers of sheets strung up over the large window. It reigns dirty yellow light over my squalid kingdom. I attempt to get up, tipping and swaying; my body an unwilling vessel on the high seas of my hang over. Outside the corridor is much darker. The hallway carpet deadens my footfalls as I sneak into the lounge room. I am n...
