The crack head hours, when almost everyone at the party is gone, but whoever is left is either passed out on the couch or searching for any left over beers. Coming down from E or still smoking bowls. The crack head hours are my favorite part of any party. Somehow I always make it, 6 in the morning, 7, 8, going on my twelfth hour of drinking. But hey, that's nothing to an alcohol enthusiast like myself. Wandering from room to room, finding some of the weirdest situation and left over party items that anyone could possibly imagine. Hell most people can't even imagine the things I've seen at 6 in the morning, because usually the person who did it was so fucked up they weren't even aware of it. It is all instinct and insanity. Beer, bongs, drugs, dancing, girls, guitars, and a whole lot of anarchy. Happy Thanksgiving...
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