2004-05-26 - 6:41 p.m.

My thoughts, when cleaning up the day after my party, were exactly as follows:

What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries, these puddles of glazed catsup on the bureau? Maybe so...
-From Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson