I wake up with a dry mouth, burning eyes, and a pounding head as the sound of music assaults my senses. Arrick has tunes smashing through the floors as I blink awake and realize I am still on the couch, face down, and the blanket is wrapped around my legs like freaking restraints. I feel like utter shit, and the table is littered with cold pizza and the scraps of a weird middle-of-the-night scramble for food. We ate, fell asleep, and woke up at the same time. Well, stretching out and ...