It was always tough after a three-day weekend. 72 hours of couch-surfing and excessive drinking went nowhere and now it was time to return to reality.
He rolled his bike out of the shed and swung a leg over it. He closed and locked the shed and began to cycle down the alley behind his house. The cobbles made the bike's frame and his frame shake violently and he was feeling too fragile for it. He stopped and vomited.
Monday had come a day later than usual, but it was still definitely a Monday.
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