Punchdrunk

PunchdrunkWebber looks around, his face pushed out of shape, one cheekbone lower than the other. One of his eyes is just a milk-white ball pinched in the red-black swelling under his brow. His lips, Webber's lips, are split so deep in the middle he's got four lips instead of two. Inside all those lips, you can't see a single tooth left.Webber looks around the jet's cabin, the white leather on the walls, the bird's-eye maple varnished to a mirror shine. Webber looks at the drink in his hand, the...