1974, Los Angeles, late morning.

John wakes up, finding himself not in bed, but on a sofa in the living room. He's having a terrible hangover, it feels like his head is going to explode right now. After a few moments of contemplating all his life choices, John slowly gets up and trudges to kitchen to get himself a glass of water.

Goddamnit...

John curses under his breath when he stumbles over an empty bottle of some liquor. He doesn’t really remember what happened yesterday, but it looks like he had a lot of fun. Oh, the headache's getting worse...