Let it be known that cinematography is not my forte, particularly when drunk.
At first watch, I thought I said the Mad Irishman, aka The Crowned King of Debauchery, is “functionally sober” but in actuality I am saying he is “full of himself.” True story.
It was one of those nights where you wake up the next morning and think to yourself, “How did I get here?” and then you check to make sure you have your purse because it’d be JUST LIKE YOU to forget something so important after too many drinks. But luckily, I had my purse and didn’t bring a stray home with me.
AND I didn’t fall down.
“Into the sea /You and me /All these years and no one heard/I’ll show you in spring/It’s a treacherous thing/We missed you hissed the lovecats…” -Lovecats, The Cure