Dawson
“F*ck my head,” I mumbled, grabbing my head that was pounding like King Kong was knocking on my brain. What in the f*ck happened last night? I smacked my tongue on the roof of my mouth, ugh, I could taste how gross it is in there and I bet the smell was even worse.
I looked around the room I was in. This wasn’t my room, and it definitely wasn’t Isha’s room. I looked to the left and saw the shelves full of packaged G.I. Joe figurines and realized I was in Ford’s room. Why was I in Ford’s room?
I threw back the covers, noticed I was naked, and went to the bathroom to piss. I washed my hands and looked in the mirror. I looked like death. I used Ford’s toothbrush to get this God-awful taste out of my mouth. Afterward, I swished mouthwash three times until I was satisfied my ho
