How to Lose a Client

I remember a flash of pain. That part was pretty indelible. The next thing I remembered after that was waking up and wondering why I was on the floor, who the floor belonged to, and whose shoe was in my face. The room I was lying in was small, cold, and musty smelling, and the only source of light was a single, flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling by a frayed wire. I raised myself on one elbow and immediately went down again. My head hurt like a son of a gun, and the room spun. I knew the feeling only too well. Something or someone had hit me on the head. This was not the first time I’d had a hard knock on the head. I closed my eyes and contemplated the possible long term effects of multiple concussions. I’d read somewhere that they could result in personality changes. Who knows; maybe that would be good. I didn’t seem to be winning too many people over with my current personality. I reached up and felt the shoe in my face to see if it was attached to a foot. It was. And the foot was attached to a leg.