Ian

I woke from a fitful slumber to some ingrate pounding on my back door. Grousing from little sleep, I reluctantly hauled my ass out of bed and downstairs to let Rick and Dee in.

Rick gave me a once-over. "Man, we've been pounding for ten minutes."

I groaned in response. Mornings sucked. Morning people sucked harder.

Rick followed me upstairs, leaving Dee mumbling something about breakfast.

I sat on the side of my bed and rubbed the grit out of ...