leaving the last afterhours when the suns been up for hours, and all the regular people are out and about doing whatever it is that they do all day, and youve been up all night partying, in the same sweaty club clothes for HOURS, and you have to squint cuz its so frickin BRIGHT outside and who knows where your sunglasses are, and everyones STARING at you cuz they can tell youre still probably really a liiiiiittle too fucked up to be seen outside in the daytime just yet, so youre not making eye contact with ANYONE, and you just wanna be HOME with the blinds closed but its soooooooo... farrrrrrrrr... awayyyyyy and theres no cabs and everyones still staring at you and you can smell yourself and DAMN you STINK and what the hell were you thinkin anyway you shoulda left a long time ago under cover of the darkness of the night, or at least before the damn sun came up, instead of waiting til all the drugs ran out and it became obvious that no one had any more, or if they did they werent gonna share em with YOU.
Best when performed in an outfit consisting of black pants with the word FUCK written ALL OVER THEM, a cheap-looking white fake fur coat, purple aviator club glasses and the smudgey remains of fuschia lipstick, and accompanied by a very tall gay man dressed in black leather pants, a black sleeveless shirt, Dior badass sunglasses, smeary black eyeliner and streaky bronzer residue.
