Hair of the dog and to keep me company I made a drink.
I want out of the freak show and into the main tent.
I felt, if not outright dirty, at least a bit - dusty.
I have a feeling of - wanting to confront my enemies. No, of wanting to confront the enemy part of my friends.
I sat on the concrete stump, collecting snow atop my dome, benumbed and befucked by my colossal overpowering lack of knowledge.
You better find out what you want in life, because that's what you're going to get!