After my night out with the Hank and the other guys, when I’d smoked too much pot and drank too much tequila, when I’d sloppy sneezed on a girl who kissed me, when my warring brains had wracked me with …
It was supposed to have been a night out with the warehouse guys. But it had toked into a night out with myself, stoned beyond my gourd’s capacity, and lost in the shadowy darkness of Hank’s Scripps Ranch condo complex. …
