Well, Whatever It Was

Sometimes life turns into a bad comedy without retakes or editing. Dreams fly by, crushing your heart. You lose your job, your teeth hurt, there's ketchup on your shirt, and instead of a tuxedo, you're wearing an old football shirt. It seems like everything is going wrong, but inside, that stubborn little motor still turns on: ‘Come on, we'll survive.’

There is something strangely cleansing about this chaos. When ambitions, propriety and plans fall away, all that remains is you - with a bottle, sarcasm and a willingness to laugh at yourself. Because if you're going to roll your stone uphill, you might as well do it with style.