His Spandex Shorts

Hammond Clark, drifting in bare feet, clad only in his spandex boxer shorts, took in the wreck of his kitchen. "This tastes like nuclear waste", he thought as he nibbled on tid-bits left over from his sister Rosie's "after the gig" party. As lead singer for the Dire Straights she had footed the bill for her friends and family. He knew he'd taken too much"medicine",the pain behind his eyes was intense. They looked like lunar craters and his mouth tasted like Listerine soaked tissue. Worried, he wondered why she had left the party with that vacuum salesman. Granted, he had a nice car, but he looked like he just stepped off a UFO.. What I need is a good night's sleep he groaned. Plagued by insomnia he had counted every wormhole in his ceiling a million times. How on earth was he going to wine and dine those new clients from the convention ..and sell them on his line of spandex shorts. Slumping in his chair, his vision blurred.. and he........... To be continued. For that wacky contest...