Young-Wierdo

Gorillaz Xmas By Darien Guy Murdoc grumbled and turned over onto his side in his bed. He gazed at the blinking numbers on his alarm clock. Nine-thirty AM. It was too damn early. He squeezed his eyes shut and massaged his temples trying to ward off the painful hangover he'd woken to. "Fuck." He rummaged through the clothing and garbage on his floor looking for his cigarettes. All he found was an empty pack of 666s. "Don't that just beat all?" he muttered irritably. Maybe the dullard'll have some, he thought, pulling on a pair of faded jeans and ambling out to the car park to 2D's room. He banged loudly on the door and yelled "