Tied Down To This Bed Of Shame

My head hurts today; mom won’t be back until tomorrow. I clean up the hair, I am embarrassed now. I look in the mirror and try to figure out what to do, I tie it into two small pig tails and start cleaning up the evidence from last night.
I get someone to boot for me and buy another bottle of rum.
Now the only evidence is my hair.
I pick a bright red beanie and pull it onto my head, it hides it all.