Ek rkastar ki tarah bhar men jao

I hate my life. I hate it because it is a carbon copy of a burnt-out rock star stereotype.

I had a good few years. I rocked around the world with a band, always ***** and always

******. Good times. But now only I'm left. Here I am, an empty shell craving for more,

living on substitutes and sharing the roof with three ***********.

The fuck, Alyssa? This is my shower. I told you not to hop in here.