Gut Shot

It was hot. Not normal sort of hot, but drenched-in-sweat/hurts-to-breathe/why-on-earth-do-I-live-in-this-part-of-the-country-sort of hot. A late night on the town had provided me with less than adequate sleep, only to have my rest broken by a radio alarm clock announcing the hottest temperatures of the year. As if that wasn