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flight from Atlanta must’ve landed by now. Not that I’m keeping track. Just trying to figure out what our recording schedule’s like for the rest of the week.
    I toss the covers off my legs, shove my disrespectful cock down, and roll out of bed with a groan. My bones creak in protest. Naked, I head to the bathroom for a piss. When I get there, I don’t bother looking at my reflection. It gets uglier by the day, and I’m not interested in seeing what new lines popped up over night.
    The toothbrush does its thing, and I feel 23 percent human again.
    After slipping on a pair of sweats and sneaking a swig from the bottle of vodka tucked under my bed (hair of the dog), I wander downstairs to the kitchen. My bandmate Letty is hunched over a bowl of cereal, shoveling brightly colored processed food balls into her mouth, staring at the newspaper. She glances up. “Hey.”
    I grunt and open the fridge. Wonder if there’s any tomato juice. A Bloody Mary would be fucking awesome right now.
    “What did you do last night?” she says.
    No tomato juice. I open the cabinet, and then my brain has a recollection spasm.
    Shit. Lola. How the hell did I forget about her?
    Drunk.

    Right.
    My back to Letty, I reply, “Usual.”
    She appears at my side and reaches around my waist to drop her empty bowl in the sink. “So, you got shit-faced, spray-painted a barn with a lovely shade of Exorcist-green puke, fucked a donkey while you were there, and started a fist fight with a recovering, meth-addicted nun and her lovechild who were reenacting the nativity scene?”
    “Yep. That about sums it up.”
    “Sounds like a damn fine night, my friend.” She slaps my shoulder and returns to the table.
    I toss a couple of Pop-Tarts in the toaster and lean against the counter, waiting impatiently for the ding . What a royal clusterfuck last night was. Roller coasters have nothing on my life. The peaks and valleys race me up and down so fast, I can barely hold on.
    Lola. Taking three guys. At once. Up the ass. While I filmed.
    And let’s not forget the lube.
    No idea what to make of that shit. Total loss for words.
    Shades walks in, face pale, fauxhawk sticking out all over the place, looking about as chipper as I feel. He shuffles to Letty and kisses the top of her flaming red head. “Why’d you let me drink so much, pussycat?”
    She smiles. “So I could take advantage of you while you were passed out.”
    He rubs his ass and winces. “That explains a lot.”
    Frustration ignites the fuse at the base of my spine. The ensuing explosion has its way with my mouth. “Do we have to talk about anal today?”
    Letty laughs. “ You? Don’t want to talk about anal ? What’s up with that? Dude, you’re the king of buggery. I know you were dying to take my ass—or maybe even Shades’s—for a spin that night behind the bus. Don’t deny it.” She folds her arms over her too-small T-shirt, belly button winking up at me, and taps a bare foot under the long, plain pajama bottoms.
    Shades balances his gaze between us. “Really? My ass? That’s fucked up, man.”
    “I licked your balls,” I say. “Or did you forget that part?”
    “Must’ve blocked it out. Besides, licking balls and fucking asses are two totally different things.”
    Indeed.
    The toaster goes pop! and I drag my fruity kill onto a plate. The sweet smell riles my stomach to rebel, but I rip into the shit anyway. Gotta absorb some of this alcohol so I can make room for more.
    “Did Toombs and Jinx get back yet?” Shades says.
    Letty glances at me. “Jillian went to pick them up a couple hours ago. Should be here any time. She said we need to be ready to record after noon.”
    Great. Work. Not that I mind it, but I’d love a little time to play mental catch-up on my adventures at Nocturnes. I’ve been obsessed with Lola since the first time I saw her, but damn. Knowing that woman is a walking biohazard is a huge downer. And coming from me , that’s saying a lot. The shit I