Chapter Ten
MORNING CAME WAY too early for Josh as he reached a hand up to grip his forehead, some drummer having broken loose inside of his skull. What time had they gotten home last night? He scrunched his eyes shut as he tried to remember what happened. It had been years since he woke up hungover. What the hell caused it this time?
A loud clanging came from the kitchen, the sound of pots and pans banging together, making him wince. Oh, yeah. That’s why I feel like this. He sighed as he forced his eyes open and rolled over, swinging his legs off the side of the bed. As he sat there, hunched over, clutching the edge of the bed, he noticed four aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand.
Smiling, he didn’t hesitate to reach out and take the pills and water, popping them into his mou
