Bar to bar he prowls, Every drink a stanza— Poetry of thirst. "I need a sandwich, a ciggy, and a game of street fight in that order." What does Hangover Cat have to say? “Fuck it, let’s go play Mario Kart.” Hangover Cat, the feline Dionysus of our alleyways—perpetually marinated in last night's regrets, except when he's stewing in today's spirits. You gaze at him, bewilderment painted on your face, muttering to yourself, "How does he manage it?" This cat, my friend, is a master of the clandestine arts of survival. His essentials—phone, wallet, keys, cigs, and that ever-rolled jay—are always at his fingertips. He’s a high-functioning disciple of the blackout, navigating through the haze of existence with the precision of a pirate steering through foggy seas. Hangover Cat doesn’t merely endure the weekdays; he attacks them with a ferocity that would make lesser men crumble. Yet come morning, he’s laced up, suited, and rebooted for the daily grind. He doesn’t just keep it together—he reigns supreme over his domain, albeit by the skin of his teeth, a spectacle of sublime, stumbling artistry. Deceive not yourself; Hangover Cat thrives in his chaotic realm. Sure, he may wear a scowl that could curdle cream until noon, but slide a plate of greasy pub fare and a pint or two his way, and watch the transformation—a loosening of the spirit, a lightening of the soul. Our feline rover, Hangover Cat, traverses the globe in a blur of lost weekends. He's a connoisseur of the social deep, a buccaneer hopping from one watering hole to the next—be it an izakaya, a cozy pub, or a shadowy dive, each a sanctuary, each a home. Though he might seem lost in thought or aloof in his freedom, his mind harbors but one singular quest: the location of his next ale. So, when you're out there, threading through the neon jungle of the night, keep your eyes peeled. You might just catch Hangover Cat, cool as a cucumber in a monsoon, serenely sipping his way back to square one. Here's to another day, another twilight skirmish, another hangover. Cheers, to Hangover Cat—the unyielding, the unstoppable.