Talking With J Guy
Joe sat up and slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Unh….shit.” The pounding in his head, which was dull when he first awoke, increased as he sat up. “Christ, I gotta cut this shit out.” His spasming chest sent him into a long series of hacking coughs finally subsiding with a bit of wheezing. He rubbed his eyes half believing that they had actually bulged out of his head every time he had coughed. “How many fucking cigarettes did I have last night?” Joe stumbled into the...