![]() ![]() Groaning, I squeezed my eyes shut again and desperately tried not to throw up all over myself. My vision went supernova despite the shade, and what was left of my brain dried into a crusted scab. I tried again, too hoarse to inject it with my usual impatient demand. “Who do I have to fuck to turn that light off?” My voice, ruined by the mother of all hangovers, graveled. Keeping my eyes squeezed shut, I managed to work up enough foul-tasting saliva to rasp a groan. Whatever chemical slank I’d gotten into last night, it wrecked me. That would explain the three-legged tango my guts were attempting, and possibly the incessant drone flattening all the wrinkles in my brain. Given the taste, something furry had crawled inside my mouth and spawned a litter. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, glued by a gummy layer of what felt like mange. The light searing through the thin barrier of my eyelids did its best to fry my already scrambled brains, leaving me groaning as I threw an arm over my aching eye sockets. ![]()
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