It had obviously been one hell of a night if I couldn’t recall why I was waking up in a Dumpster.
I blinked a few times, staring at the sky overhead. A Dumpster?
Surely not. But between the flies, the stench, and the garbage bags surrounding me, I didn’t know what else it could be. My left hand rested on something clammy and wet, and I hoped that it was an old newspaper and not something more sinister. I didn’t even want to think about what was tickling my bare toes.
I sat up, cradling my throbbing head and trying to think. What the hell had happened? I didn’t normally find...