The On Mixed Media Art Essay
I sigh. Whatever it was couldn’t have been too bad. I had woken up with a killer hangover but Sofia hasn’t said anything about a warrant being out for my arrest or me trying to jump off a roof, so I guess I’m in the clear. Still, drinking so much was not a good idea and I probably shouldn’t make a habit of it.
There’s a knock at my bathroom door. Sof and I each have our own bathroom because she refuses to share a bathroom with a man, and I didn’t want to shower in a room that smells like her strong strawberry scented shampoo.
“Yeah?” I call out, hopefully loud enough.
I hear her open the door, I assume so we can hear each other better. “Dude, how come you didn’t tell me you were on Blinder?”
My fingers pause in my hair. “What the…