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Three More Days? Really? - Day 26


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?"

"Dylan?"

"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.

We're getting down to the short strokes in our little tale. See what strokes my pals took today by checking out their stuff over at We Work For Cheese.

Comments

Cheryl said…
I haven't had a drink in over 10 years and even my liver's shot from reading these posts. Hi ho Silver!
nonamedufus said…
Of course, I'm just imagining what a bad hangover is like. After all this is a work of fiction.
Cheryl said…
Bahahahahahaha!
ReformingGeek said…
I don't think I can bear,er, horse, that this thing will end in two days. Your hangover is giving me a headache.
ReformingGeek said…
Or maybe I just meant "bare."

Ok. Going home now.
Linda R. said…
It'coming down to the wire and Silver's fat's in the fire, as long as Gouda doesn't melt down in the process.
meleahrebeccah said…
Hangovers like that are THE WORST!!!
nonamedufus said…
Gouda'll be interrogating Silver. Stay tuned for some grilled cheese.
Cheryl said…
Whaddaya mean What? I firmly believe you're old enough to experienced at least one bad hangover in your life. If you haven't, I'll gladly share one of mine with you.
nonamedufus said…
I do have some sizeable memory gaps from the 70s for some reason.
Cheryl said…
My gaps are all in the early 2000s. Late bloomer I guess.
Ziva said…
Your brain hurt? It's going to have to come out!
MalisaHargrove said…
"Like expecting triplets and saying you're kinda pregnant"...ha ha ha. What are we going to do after this challenge and we have to sober up?
nonamedufus said…
Are you kidding. I still have another case to work on. That beer's not gonna drink itself, Malisa.
nonamedufus said…
Judging by some of the stuff I've written one might think that had already happened.
nonamedufus said…
I know. I'm so used to dragging this damn thing out I don't want to bring it to an end.
nonamedufus said…
Appropriate today.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, I'd tapered off by then.
Linda Medrano said…
I'm certain that it's all going to turn out okay. Dylan probably has something you could throw on (like a kimono) and once you get some breakfast and coffee in you, you'll be right as rain. Now that we are to the short strokes, I just can't wait!
nonamedufus said…
Have you been reading ahead?
Nicky said…
The key is to not stop drinking, mon ami. I thought you knew that! ;-)
Cadeaux said…
I have decided, that since I didn't read a couple of yours in the middle...that I'm going to wait until it's all done to read it in one full sweep.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah but the passing out kinda gets in the way of that.
nonamedufus said…
Let me know how that goes.
Cheryl P. said…
That could of gone badly. Gouda might of come to only to find something far worse staring back. I was worried for a minute. Well...unless Dylan turns out to be wicked.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, Dylan's wicked. But in a good, gratifying way.
Coffee... my very favorite word!
nonamedufus said…
It's a miracle drug, isn't it.

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