Waking up after a long night out blows. Your head hurts, your stomach hurts, your limbs are sore for no apparent reason, your flow is all tangled as a result of debuting that new flatty (got a few compliments on it, hell yeah), and you've got stray nachos on your flannel. Although forcing yourself to get up and into the shower is tougher than landing the short cut jump in Rainbow Road, you know you've got to do it.
You get in the bathroom and drop a deuce in the bowl, but the smell of it makes you want to puke at the same time (a.k.a. "The Bullfrog"). Just get in the shower, you keep telling yourself. Once the temperature gets right, you're in heaven. Not shampooing, not body-washing, just standing there, soaking it all in and giggling to yourself about the creative name you came up with to call the girl who refused to leave your house despite ralphing in your foyer. Yes, the hangover's still there, but the warm water is like a drug that you're more than proud to admit you're addicted to. Wipe off that stench of stale beer. Wipe off the lingering smell from that ciggy you ripped in front of Cityside (Tobacco Alley). Wipe off that sex slime your fuckbuddy left on you before it turns into an STD. Yeahhhh, let feeling #230 run all over your body.