Ted Headman's Christmas

Being a Yuletide Fable and Cautionary Tale

Annotated by
Flip O'Malley, Thomas Welsh
and David Nuttycombe

Chapter One: A New Day

The morning of December 24th found Ted Headman drunk and unconscious on the floor of his filthy bedroom.
Surrounding his shirtless body were two dozen empty malt liquor cans and several partially-chewed scraps of hardened sausage pizza. In his hand was a large plastic bong with a party bowl the size of a coffee mug. Two ashtrays overflowing with snuffed-out cigarette butts and half-smoked roaches rested on either side of him.
At the age of thirty-three, Ted Headman was a man of simple tastes.

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