
Every now and then, you’re going to go out for a beer with your buddies on a Friday night after work and end up staying out much later than you’d planned, racking up a $160 bar tab, getting devastatingly drunk and, despite entering into at least a mild blackout, still manage to miraculously talk a chick into coming home with you. And then, in the morning, you’ll wake up with a painful hangover that feels as though nails are being hammered into the back of your skull and, as your eyes mercilessly...