Zeb sits in the bathroom, curled up in agony.

Where the hell did it go wrong?  It was a simple night, an easy gig, a shoe in.

Zeb stares at the tissue in his hand, it may as well be cotton candy for all the good it’s doing, the pain, oh Christ, the pain.

I mean, I don’t profess to be the greatest mind. I don’t pretend to be the hardest muscle but THIS!

Zeb doubles over, the pain in his midriff shooting through him like HP air through crusty nutsack

So, we went out local, a few of us.  Okay, so we’re not exactly boy or girl scouts but we know what’s what.

It looked simple, it looked easy, it looked like it could sate our hunger and desire after an evenings drinking. 

I tell you people, drunken choices end badly.

Zeb screams as the pain in his gut intensifies

……to be continued.