Hangovers & Hang Ups

by Forn Clakes Sun Apr 05, 2009 8:23 am

Blearily opening his eyes, Pryderi immediately wished he hadn’t and closed them again, groaning aloud. He lay as still as he could but as sleep melted away his could begin to feel the room spin and had to rush to the bathroom as nausea filled his head and bile bubbled in his mouth.

“Damn alcohol,” he muttered, leaning against the bathroom’s door frame and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Looking around his room, he sees a large amount of writing paper strewn about the place, some screwed into tiny balls with others spread across the floor.

“Oh yeah,” he sighed, the thought of being inspired by the Ogre, Grobbler, who had mentioned to him about starting another band. Pryderi had then staggered home and immediately set out writing lyrics and guitar rifts.

As he started to clear up his room as delicately as possible given the pounding in his skull, Pryderi thought about why he had avoided the band scene, especially given it was his own foibles that caused him to leave his last band, upon where he was Taken in his bout of self-loathing.

Picking up the bits of paper, Pryderi reads some as he goes to see if he still has the skill to pen some decent tunes.