Chapter Three
I woke up as I usually did, head aching from too much booze and not enough water. I snarled and punched the alarm clock. Did my business in the bathroom. Guzzled a big glass of water. Put a pot of coffee on to brew, whatever brand had been on sale when I last hit the store. It tasted awful, but it woke me up in the morning. I dropped to the floor and did pushups on my knuckles while the coffee brewed. The first few were slow and painful, like always. But by the time the coffee was ready, I was loosened up, the blood was pumping, and the pain in my head was starting to fade.
I sipped my first cup of coffee and settled into my second-hand easy chair. The upholstery was a few strips of the original leather held together with three rolls of duct tape, but it was still comfortab
