**** Jay ****
A dull throb invades my head. As I wake slowly the throb increases. Groaning, I rub my eyes. Blinking awake, two beers, I think, how the hell does my head hurt after just two beers. The sun's warm rays filter through my window. It’s too warm. Too bright. Too late in the day.
My mouth is so dry and it tastes like I’ve been sucking fluffy, dirty socks. I’ve not had a headache since I lived in the party house as a lieutenant. The four of us, all young and stupid officers, rented a house with a pool. Richard was always throwing a party. Of the four of us, I was never a hard party animal I had a few rough mornings though.
I’d been in my early 20’s then, we all recovered quickly from any drink-related headaches. This though, was something else. At nearly 40, this really sucks.
