Broken Palaces And Lakeside Orgies: Local In Subotica

Why am I awake at 6:15am?

In my bed, still drunk from yesterday, I pondered this momentarily.  I recall there was a festival, with villagers pouring us liters of Serbian rakija.  Later, there was some illegal club on the top floor of an abandoned warehouse.  I notice my roommate, a US Marine, is fully awake and staring at his phone.  Wisely, I ignore him and go back to sleep.

Two hours later, about 8:30am, I woke up again.  This time with a full-blown hangover.  An entire day of drinking at the Mlada Rakija Festival, followed by a night out in Subotica, was brutally coming back to punish me.  My roommate had vanished, leaving nothing but a single dirty sock under his bed.  The room was quiet.

Then I hear Paul scream, “For the love of God. Do you have a spray?”

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