The bathwater is cold. I can't even feel my legs. They are turning white. I'm quite worked up by you tonight and I can't even sleep, so here I am. It's 4 am. Shaving in your 50's tub with Lady Remington and pictures line the walls of people I've never met. Who they are and why they're here and why they're staring at me now. The bathroom is a creepy place for pictures of your friends.