Chapter 11When Joe awoke, his eyes were burning. They felt like pure bloodshot, as if all the white had dried up and all that remained were naked, stinging veins. Joe reached up and rubbed them, but it only made them burn more.
He woke slowly and very painfully, suffering from the legacy of last night's wild fling. As usual after a party, his head hurt the most, hammering fiercely with residual dope and alcohol. The rest of him was in pain as well; his arms and legs were aching and limp--his stomach was a hard, cold stone. It took every bit of strength he had left to drag himself awake.
His mouth tasted horrible. It felt like a dry socket full of cotton, tasted like warm beer and vomit. As he writhed on the floor, trying to come around, Joe yawned; the instant he opened his mouth, he sta
