Duke woke with a pounding in his head and a metallic taste in his mouth. It felt like his last hangover the morning after his last birthday celebration with Tanner. They had never skimped on the booze when they went to celebrate those dates with each other. It always seemed more like a remembering of all the buddies who never made it back rather than a celebration of being alive. So naturally when you woke the next morning you felt more like a zombie than a living breathing individual.
For a moment his brain was functioning like it was wrapped in cotton and bathed in fog. He couldn’t remember going out drinking last night, there wasn’t any occasion where he would have been out and passed out in the chair in his motel room. When he tried to rub his ach
