He opens his eyes and sees white. Porcelain to be exact. Why is everything sideways?  Hmm. I’m lying on the floor. That’s strange.

He makes a mental note of each part of his body. Arms, OK. Legs, OK.  Vision seems fine. A little blurry.  Stomach feels a mess. Think, Think, Think.

He sits up and the room spins. This isn’t good. The bottle of vodka ( Read more... )