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By Tøny
“It’s not to be questioned but enjoyed. No matter what happens. Am I talking about this book or life? Who knows? Who cares?” -Tøny
1.
He wakes up in a bathtub.
With a broken arm.
A pink eye.
A stomach that’s waging war against his intestines.
And—wait for it—missing a kidney.
This is not his lucky day.
At least he’s next to a naked beauty.
Or is she?
Hard to tell.
Because her bloody head is gone.
> “Ah shit.”
He rubs his face. Instantly regrets it. There’s vomit in his beard.
Her body, though? Top-notch. A solid ten. If only she weren’t so… decapitated.
He looks around. The cracked tiles are yellowed with grime, and the air smells like bleach and tequila. Not a great combo.
As he sobers, his memory doesn’t.
> “Ah… shit!”
He touches his side. The skin dips in, like a pothole in his meat.
Emptiness.
Where a kidney used to be.
> “How did I get here?”
Indeed, Ajax Cheers. How did you get here?
>”I’m surprised I didn’t die at the end.” You’re a moron Ajax.