Hell for others
I used to be a teetotaller and as such, I had no time nor tolerance for people who had hangovers. I was a bit of a self righteous cunt, to be honest.

This was compounded by phoning hungover friends at 7am on my way to work, usually when walking by the dual carriageway, shouting loudly and flicking the mouthpiece hard since I wasn't sure if the phone was working, and then "forgetting" why I called.

I don't have friends any more. But I do drink quite heavily.
(Tiny Blindfolded Horse Kitten sound car horns would end road rage, Fri 31 Jul 2009, 11:34, Reply)