The party started at Cha Cha Moon, an Asian fusion restaurant in Soho, London. After that, I hit a pub for more beers, but that was just the warm-up. The real party was about to begin. Live music, more people, more chaos. That’s when I called an “escort” who brought along another “friend.” From there, straight to a nightclub, and finally back to my place, drinking tequila, naked, and with no brakes.

The next morning, the first thing I did when I woke up was take two alprazolam. By noon, I was already choosing a restaurant and ready to start the party all over again, like nothing had happened. Hangovers don’t exist, you just keep going, repeating, always searching, because there’s always more. The cycle never stops.