Jared, A fresh college graduate who has an emphasis on being well dressed

I began my day how they usually do, a long, in-depth exploration of whatever woman I had found the previous night. This one in particular was a particularly endowed one, even by my high standards, her rack and ass were a perfect catch. but as I attempted to think of her name, my mind drew a blank. While I debated the nomenclature of this random girl I picked up the night before, I lifted my head off of the pillow, and dragged myself out of bed.

Still in my boxers, I stumbled over to the small bathroom, judging by the griminess of it drunk jared clearly wanted ass first, not his image. Rifling through the cabinets and drawers of the bathroom, I managed to scrounge up a razor and shaving cream, and went about trimming the stubble from my face. Eventually, after the difficult task of using the half assed razor to clear my stubble, even managing to nick myself in the process, I left the bathroom, looking for my clothes.

_"Well, at least drunk me had taste" _I thought, looking at the expensive suit, tie, and shoes haphazardly thrown over and around a chair. However, as I made an effort to pull out the ironing table, I heard a groan from behind me.

"Oh fuck me" She said, as I swiveled around to see her rubbing her eyes, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck"

Before I could say anything she sprinted out of the room, wearing just her panties and a half buttoned blouse. In my confusion I dropped the table onto my foot, feeling the crack before I heard it.

I immediately dropped to the floor in pain, my foot engulfed in searing pain. After a few minutes the adrenaline kicked in and I dragged myself outside.

As I stumbled my way outside, I felt my head begin to start feeling fuzzier and fuzzier, and as I stepped out of the apartment, I felt my knees buckle, and my vision fade to black.

Feel free to give me ideas on where the plot should go, I get writers block faster than trump gets indictments, so everything counts