Just one day you wake up with a hangover, thrown on a beat-up couch, locked in a dirty apartament on the outskirts of nowhere. Your mind play tricks on you, and you begin to think that maybe, just maybe, you are not more than a filthy cockroach. But hey pal, be cool, they don't care what the fuck you are, but if you talk to loud they are gonna tread on you, they'll smash you over the floor with their designer shoes or their tactic boots...All Rights Reserved