save me cause I'm fallin' now I can't seem to breathe right
After a fight with one of the other men at the bar, pot bellied and bearded, they threw him out on his ass. Tony landed hard, the pain from colliding with the pavement clearing his mind slightly but then it went back to being hazy. He walked along the streets wandering towards home. Tony knew the town well so even in his drunken sate he made it to the door way.
The pain in his side, from were a unseen lamppost had attacked him, was easy to ignore. There was a pounding in his head, characteristic of a hangover but it was still dark and he was plastered drunk. In the morning he would sort things out.
