I get out of the cab and drag my rucksack with me. Tired today after the long flight on a commercial airline from LA, and glad to be back on my home turf. It was a hell of a week at a bachelor party that turned into a crazy, endless, sleepless, drunk-fueled mess. I don’t remember half of it, and I’m sure I still have that Veronica girl's cell number written on my chest in red lipstick. I went straight from bed with that blonde girl, Tanya or Tracey, whatever her name was, to the airport, ...