Naked and Lost
The air was pungent and full of smoke. My nostrils were working overtime to deal with the overpowering smell of beer, tobacco and human sweat. I lifted my head from the beer-drenched table top and ran my fingers through my wet scalp.
Since coming to the conclusion that Captain Silver was a kingpin in drug running and illegals smuggling activities - and a murderer - I'd kinda gone off on a bender.
Kinda gone off on a bender was like expecting triplets and saying you're kinda pregnant. Who was I kidding. I'd done some serious damage to my liver, not to mention a few brain cells.
The last thing I remember is ordering another Pabst test - my nickname for a whiskey with a Blue Ribbon chaser. And then things went dark.
I wasn't wearing a handkerchief on my head but nevertheless my brain hurt. Seven jackhammers pounding in concrete couldn't compete with what was going on in my brain. As I squinted open my eyes I was immediately hit by bright sunlight. Not good. I quickly shut my lids, turned away from the source of light and tried again. My God, I was naked…and lost.
Where in hell was I and where were my clothes.
"And how are we doing now Sweet Cheeks?"
I knew that voice. But could I place it?
"You did yourself some major damage last night. Joe, who calls himself Paddy, called me about 2am this morning and I went and picked you up?"
"Yes, it's me, Studly."
Yes it was her. Although the last thing I was feeling was studly.
I wasn't lost after all - at least physically. "Where are my clothes" I croaked.
"I trashed them" said Dylan. You were a walking fire hazard. Had you passed by a lit match those things would have gone up in seconds. I think you had more beer on your clothes than in your belly - if that's possible."
"Coffee" I was able to say. I had to sober up because I needed a clear head to filter fact from fiction.
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