I remember waking up many Sundays when I lived in VA beach, head pounding, mouth dry, stomach churning, and my sadistic roommate playing “Sunday Morning Coming Down” at ‘turn that down or I’ll end you’ levels. I’m not sure why, but somehow that has morphed into a fond memory. Farewell Johnny, and watch out for that Ring of Fire.
I remember waking up many Sundays when I lived in VA beach, head pounding, mouth dry, stomach churning, and my sadistic roommate playing “Sunday Morning Coming Down” at ‘turn that down or I’ll end you’ levels. I’m not sure why, but somehow that has morphed into a fond memory. Farewell Johnny, and watch out for that Ring of Fire.