Chapter 48: Horace
It was as if Horace had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. He woke up sweaty and feeling like s**t, his pillow completely soaked. He ruffled Ira’s hair as she snoozed next to him and darted off to get a glass of water, he was that thirsty. Gula cheered a ‘Good morning!’ to him and he grumbled something similar back to her. Then he went into the bathroom, splashed water on his face, and winced at the cut on his cheek. He cleaned it with soap and threw some pure alcohol on it, then relieved himself. Everything was off, even his aim while peeing on the toilet. He made a mess and threw some wet toilet paper to wipe the urine he splashed to the side.
Grunting, he cleaned up as best he could and went to get ready for work. He seriously didn’t feel like working today, and
