One - Hundred Twenty - Seven: Bad Weather Take 2

One-Hundred Twenty-Seven: Bad Weather Take 2

Seth

What the actual fuck? My head is throbbing, and I am pretty sure it is going to explode. I sit slowly up only because if I sit up too fast, my head will explode. I pull my knees to my chest and lay my head down. I cover my head with my arms trying to get my head to stop throbbing. I have no idea what happened. I know I am not hungover. I didn’t even drink last night. I ever so slowly lift my head to see where I am at. Well, I can tell you I am not at my house. I am sitting on a couch, but I don’t recognize it. I see a glass of water and some aspirin sitting on the table in front of me. I reach for both and pop two aspirin into my mouth, followed by the water. I sit back and lean my head against the back of the couch. After about half an hour, I am able to stand up. My head still hurts, but now it is tolerable. I stand up, stretch and head to the door. I open it and walk out. Fuck, it’s bright out here. I guess the