(Bill)
I wake up with a pounding headache that swears me off drinking forever. The sunlight is stabbing through the curtains like a knife and I groan, pulling the covers over my head.
Again, my alarm woke me up.
I open my eyes slowly, allowing my eyes to adjust to the light in my room, my head hurts, I wince slightly.
My eyes dart around my room, and then the memories of last night came flooding back, Lance and Adrian teasing me, the blondes that almost pissed me off and then refusing to take more shot.
I drove straight home afterwards.
Shitt! I can't continue living like this, I need to cut down on the alcohol. That I'd do.
I force myself out of the bed hesitantly.
I've just been given the benefit of doubt by the shareholders, given a chance to proof my credibility again.
There's
