I awaken with bloodshot eyes and my head spinning. I'm sitting on the chair with my back to the wall, notebook in hand with the paper drool-stained. Snake is face down on the bed, pants unbuttoned, one hand squeezing his chest, the other on his junk. N on the other hand is wide awake standing in perfect swan stance in front of the bathroom door, one leg behind him, on one foot, arms outstretched, fingers down and together.
