Well, the previous chapters had explained my injuries, my hangover, the bloody wine covering my upper body, and The Watusi, but there was still something missing...my pants!
I always hang them over the back of my desk chair...
Generous portions of my brains were still scrambled like eggs in hot butter or those free porn channels you get once in a while. I knew I had to backpacktrack through the empty caverns in my memory.
If you ordered the mind-cavern-exploring donkey, I take cash only--upfront.
I felt so confused--not unlike that guy in Memento or, at least, an unfortunate person who has just seen one of those commercials for Mentos. Still, I had press on--much like those fake fingernails.
