A sonic boom set on repeat wakes me from slumber. I stumble to the window, and the source of the clamor remains evasive. Did I leave the TV on downstairs? I donβt even remember getting home. How the hell did I make it up the stairs without falling onto my face and snapping my neck? A quick survey of the house brings me a big, fat goose egg of nothing, yet the intensity of the pounding increases.
Ah crap! Iβm hungover.




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