Chapter 13 Still?

• Peeling my eyes open, I was met with the familiar throbbing headache. It hit differently with an extra burn in the stomach and throat. Slowly sitting up, I looked around. I was in bed, which I didn’t remember being in. Hell, I didn’t even remember coming inside. I remembered sitting out in the rain, strumming and singing. I felt better. I felt better minus the copious amount of whiskey that were burning its way through my veins. Sitting up, I was still in my dress shirt and slacks. I discarded them and pulled on some sweats.
• Making my way down the stairs, I opened up the fridge and grabbed some milk. I needed something to coat my stomach at this point. I didn’t even know what time it was.
• “Welcome back to the land of the living.”