I woke up. My voice was gone. I was wearing the clothes I had worn the day before. A half drank glass of water sat on my bedside table. Next to a handle of rum. Also half drank. All the change had fallen out of my pockets. I was sleeping the wrong way on my bed. I stumbled into the living room. The door to my house had been left wide open.
Then I threw up.
It must have been a Wormtown Night.
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