There may be no better feeling than waking up the morning after an all night party feeling refreshed because someone purged all the bad stuff from your system and made you drink a one liter bottle of water the night before. I sat up, put my feet on the floor, and smiled. I could still feel Kaylee’s hand in mine from the night before and I could remember how good that kiss felt. Just as I was about to lapse into daydreaming the future, someone started pounding on the door of my motel room.
“Kirk,” it was Gordon’s voice, “Open up brother. I need to talk to you NOW. Let me in, man, let me in.” He didn’t sound happy.