"Knock.  Knock."

"Hey, buddy.  You haven't paid the bill for the last two days.  Open up, before I am forced to call the police."  A male voice yells out over the angry pounding of my migraine.

I get my butt out of bed and amble across the room to the door.  Only realizing too late that I am naked, I open the door and the twenty something punk kid looks down at my junk and laughs. Wanting to smack that smile off his face, I inhale deeply through my nose and hold it in for 10 ...