He awoke in a blurry haze. The inside of his mouth tasted like burnt kerosene. His body itched in places he didn’t think could itch. One of his eyelids was stuck, gummy. His nose was assaulted with a brutal stench; suddenly, he realized he’d come to in a street gutter. What few clothes he was wearing were both nasty and torn.
“What the hell?”, he muttered to himself. The last thing he could remember was being the toast of the town. People calling out his name, raising glasses to toast, applauding… and from that to this? How…
And then, suddenly, in a burst, it all came flooding back to him.