Saim Dajani wakes up and wishes he was dead five minutes later.
How many goddamn drinks did those barflies buy him and Joe?
Enough to make even a HERO COP’s brain melt.
He stumbles into his living room. The crotch of his boxers threatens to release his dick into the air. He readjusts and sees the couch’s empty. He wonders if Joe managed to get up early and bail. Then remembers he and his partner parted ways after Joe found an inviting blonde bimbo.
He stands in front of the bathroom mirror. Splashes cold water against his face. Follows that with two big pills of extra strength Advil. Cuz holy shit does it feel like the world is wiping its ass with his brain.
He sits on the couch. Lights a cigarette. Turns on the TV.
A day later and his face is still floating across the local news channels.
He chuckles. Then grimaces as the hangover throttles his skull.
