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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