Stuck in a Truffaut movie

A major hangover day is like being stuck in a Francois Truffaut movie:
it is slow, painful, in black and white and it feels like the end credits will never come.
The 400 Blows are mostly to my liver, my eyes, my foggy brain and my diminished ego.

Pepe meanwhile looks the part, and pretty lively on the freezing beach.

A few extra decades of experience and training really make a difference.

We really should have left it at the tawny... The XO KOed me...