Momma always said that there'd be days like these.

Imagine if you will... you wake up late with a headache, the rent is overdue and you haven't seen your housemate for four days. You shower, shave, get dressed and go outside to find a notice has been tacked onto the front door by a police officer from St Kilda (she travelled 40 kms to put that note on the door). You decide it would be best to phone your housemate to warn him, you give him the news and this is how he replies:

MARK: 'Shit, I can't remember what happened last night, I better call them... um, this could be bad... right?'


You hang up the phone, take a painkiller and write this entry in your blog... this is your life.