Billy was sitting at his desk holding his head. It was easy to find since it was swelled to twice it’s normal size. That’s how it felt. It also hurt like hell. His eyeballs hurt. It hurt to think about how much his head hurt. Billy was hungover. Way over.

Billy had spent the previous day sitting on the toilet. He had read everything in the apartment. He also figured he wouldn’t need to use the toilet for a month. At least the cramps took his mind of how much his damn head hurt.

Soup. That’s all he could eat the day after. All he could eat and keep down. Upchucking really made his head hurt. Hurt his stomach too.

Liver. Billy wondered what damage he had done to it and was it permanent. He looked a bit yellow but that could be the dim light next to the toilet. He had to squint to see and that hurt his head too.

Girl. Oh, yeah. Girl. That’s why he drank as much as he did. That stacked babe down the hall was at the party. Billy decided to try to get her in the sack.. First, a quick drink to steady his nerves and strengthen his courage. She was really stacked. Maybe another drink before he went over to her.

Carpet. He woke up on the carpet. Not his carpet; not the girl’s carpet; the hallway carpet. He’d passed out. Before or after? Actually, it was instead of. He’d walked her to her door and heard those famous words,

“You’re not gettin into my-.”