James, aka Jimmy Mattock the second, had no idea where he was. He had awakened earlier when a clock chimed and found himself in a foul mood. His head felt as if soiled towels had been stuffed into his nose and pulled out through his mouth, by way of his brain. He had trouble opening his eyes due to the stickiness gluing them together. His mouth tasted like rotten cabbage with a side of fish head thrown in for good measure. His chest burned like a gasoline fire had ignited down his throat. In general, he felt like shit. He wondered why he was laying on the floor. He was drifting in and out of consciousness, and he thought his mind must be playing tricks with his body because it was difficult to tell what was what. He tried to methodically catalog his body parts. He felt his left hand, because he was lying on it and it hurt with a stinging pain. He knew he had a head because it was pounding so severely. He felt both legs, and then he sensed the rest of his body because it all hurt very badly.