The next morning, I was really fucked up. My body was hurting and I was confused. In a way, I regretted what had happened the night before. What felt great last night seemed like a huge mistake today. It was 1 PM, and my mind was made: I was done with this. I would not go back to Hump tonight. I took a shower, had lunch, and laid right back down on the couch. It was time to focus on something else. I turned on Netflix, and started watching Narcos. I needed to keep my mind off of what had happened last night. Time passed. This was binge-watching at its…