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Hangover With Memories

Jensen

My mouth is dry, and my head is pounding. I vaguely remember falling asleep in the car while JT chewed our asses out for drinking and fighting. The bikers started it. Storm and I finished it, is all. Were we supposed to let them beat us bloody?

I like to fight, but I’m not a masochist. I don’t enjoy pain, but it helps to clear the brain. When I fight I can focus on it with blank uncluttered mine. I can’t meditate on shit, so the only way I can achieve mindfulness is while fighting. Or maybe I’m just hyper-focusing? I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid.

               There is a knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Jen. I brought you some painkillers, water, and hair of the dog.”

               “Thank you, wifey,” I

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