|Here we go|
December 1, 2016
Rich slowly woke up feeling fuzzy and thick. His left arm kept falling asleep from poor circulation and forcing him awake several times throughout the night.
"Fuckin arm," he mumbled to himself while taking turns touching each of his fingertips with his thumb to try and get them to stop feeling numb and tingly. The chaos from the night before washed over him in waves of quick images of different sexual positions. He sat up with a grown and swallowed reluctantly as he slowly assessed how nasty this mornings breath was going to be. He was pretty sure he hadn't tongued Tami's bung last night, but it sure tasted like he might have. Squinting from the morning sunlight that was sneaking through dusty holes in his badly beat up brown curtains. His eyelids were stinging with every blink his eyes made, and they were begging him to just go back to sleep and catch that last dream before it was gone forever.
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Black holes are possibly the umbilical cords to other universes.