Chapter 6When Joe and Crank awoke the next morning, they both felt miserable. Joe woke first, his head beating and his belly churning like a motor; before he realized what was happening, he was heaving all over the floor, all over himself, and, in his struggle to stand up and stumble to the bathroom, all over the sleeping, puffy body of Crank. Once he reached the gaping toilet, Joe plunged to his knees and puked violently into the bowl for a long time.
After a while, Crank came around, too, roused by the sound of Joe in the room. As he rolled over onto his back and jimmied his sticky eyes open, Crank slowly became aware of his own dismal, sickly condition. His head was rushing and swirling like a blender, his neck was pierced with a needle of pure, cold pain; his mouth was glued shut,
