Sixty-Four: ReedMy brain was made of knives and Jell-O. And hammers too, I couldn't forget the hammers. The moment I opened my eyes and realized I had no idea how I got into my bed, I knew it was going to be a bad day. My mouth tasted like the bottom of a dumpster, or at least how I'd imagine it.
“Grumph.”
“Was that English?” a voice asked from the floor. I'd forgotten Jared was there.
“Just kill me.” I realized too late that might have been a stupid thing to say. My brain wasn't keeping up with my words.
“No can do.”
“Then go with me to get a breakfast burrito.”
“That I can agree to. Can you drive?”
“Yeah, I'm fully in a hangover state. Why did you let me drink that much? You're supposed to be my friend.” I had a brief moment of thinking I might be talking to no one, and perhaps I'
