GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST

Later, I had a special visitor who came bearing gifts of the alcohol and nicotine variety. (Who can resist a man at the door with a 30pk of beer and a pack of smokes?) To add INJURY to insult, when changing positions he over estimated the size of the bed. On the way down my back met the corner of the nightstand. Couldn’t help but ROFL, because I was on the floor so why not roll around and laugh? Anyway, it was funny then, now it just hurts. My mom says it looks like someone bit me. She knows me too well.