"Joe Noone woke to painful ringing in his ears. His eyes stung and were crazy-glued shut. It felt like a team of surly Swedish furniture makers who lacked both the manual and universal handy tool were slowly rebuilding his mind. They erected shelves at gross angles that eventually came toppling down with a crash. His stomach lurched. Joe groaned and reached out in anguish to find something to hang on to. His hand brushed over the console of his security station. 'Oh, God." Suddenly he realized where he was. Work. Drunk. Again." Joe Noone is a young, alcoholic security guard entering the fifth...