[ WP ] A man loses a fight with a lamppost .

I woke up to the purple sky of emerging dawn. My head was killing me and my hands felt and looked like they'd been run over by a train or two. As I got my bearings, I could n't for the life of me understand what the hell I was doing lying on a sidewalk in the downtown section of my town. 
 
 As I pulled myself up from the cold cement I noticed marks on the lampost right next to me. Blood. Curious. Then again, not so curious considering the state my hands were in. 
 
 `` Dammit,'' I muttered to myself. Picked a fight with the fucking lamppost again.
