The first thing I notice is that my head is killing me. I roll over and stare at the ceiling, cursing at myself for having that last beer last night. I’m not as young as I used to be, and I really shouldn’t be binge drinking, or even slightly drinking for that matter.
Last night was fun, a bachelor party for a friend of mine, down in the French Quarter. We did the typical touristy stuff; palm reader, tarot cards, shaman. I don’t believe in any of that mumbo-jumbo, but my buddy Frank does, and I am the groom’s best man. It’s my job to make sure Frank had a good time. So bar crawl through the quarter, stopping in every voodoo shop along the way, was what we did.
I reach up to rub my hands over my forehead and get the sleep from my eyes but freeze when...
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