"It's my purgatory, really, inner drinks, whatever. I'm never really all that interested, but I find myself telling her how beautiful she is anyway. 'Cause it's true, all women are, in one way or another. You know, there's always something about every damn one of you, it's a smile, a curve, a secret. You ladies really are the most amazing creatures, my life's work. But then there's that morning after, a hangover, and a realization that I'm not quite as available as I thought the night before. And then she's gone, and I'm haunted by yet another road not taken."
*Californication
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