Instead of taking him to his apartment, I dragged Landry to mine. After another trip to get his stuff, I laid him on the couch and threw a blanket over his snoring body. He was going to have a monster headache when he woke up in the morning. Completely exhausted, I took myself off to bed, deciding to shower when I awoke.
At four A.M., I woke up and heard someone hurling in the bathroom. It all came back to me, then. Landry probably felt like s**t. I left him to it and turned over in bed to get more sleep.
When six o’clock rolled around, I hauled my ass up and went to the bathroom. It reeked of vomit. I cleaned it thoroughly, then took a shower and shaved. I dressed in an old T-shirt and shorts and headed for the kitchen to make coffee.
As I walked by the living room, I checked to see if
