Chapter 28The next morning, Joe awakened in Rocky's apartment. Bleary and muddled, he felt a boulder in his gut and a throbbing headache mashing the tissue in his skull. Groaning, clutching his temples, he rolled over on his blanket on the floor and looked through the open doorway of Rocky's bedroom. Through bloodshot eyes, he saw his pal, snoring loudly as a cyclone with his head at the foot of his bed.
Joe thought back, remembering the party. He and Rocky had stayed until 2:30 in the morning, Rocky unconscious in a corner and Joe drinking whiskey with some truckers. When he had finally decided that it was too late to stay any longer, Joe had left, gathering up Rocky and an extra beer on the way out. He had to work the next day, this day, and had wanted to make sure that he woke up
