Where's a band when you need it to play on?

If I recall, the first thing you do when you come to from being knocked out is throw up. I didn't let myself down. I spit the last of it into a box that was half filled with rotting lettuce leaves. I flopped over into a somewhat upright position and started opening my eyes. They hurt. I took inventory of my arms, my legs, my ribs, my mouth. I slowly started taking it all in. My suit was in shreds. I wasn't wearing any shoes. My belt was missing, no, it was looped around my forehead? Oh, yeah, now I remember, to hold my head still so their fists would make contact.
I still had my wallet, nothing was missing.
I pushed back against the dumpster and slowly eased myself up. I put my belt back on. Now, if I can just make myself go forward I might be able to make it to my office. I bounced off the alley walls like a pinball. I made it to the street. I looked. Not even a cab. Must be after midnight.
The street sign was blurred, but I made myself to be about two blocks from my office. I pointed myself in that direction and pushed off from the street post, every now and then finding the pavement.
I made it to the elevator and went up to my office which was also my apartment. I leaned against my door. It swung open and I stumbled across the floor.
My office had been ransacked. The smell of urine was everywhere. Shit-asses!
I found my phone, it was still connected. I made two calls. The first was to the mother-of-my-dog that ordered my beating. I knew his home number. His little girl answered. I asked to speak to her father in Spanish. He was on the phone:
'Yeah, who is this?'
'(in my best street Spanish) I'm not dead! Your turds left some life in me! Tell your wife she'll have to do all the work next time we're together!'
'Enjoy breathing while you still can!' He hung up. I knew he would be here to finish the job himself.
My next call was to the 4th Precinct. Told the desk sergeant to connect me with Sergeant Drang.
'This is Drang'
'This is Sturm. Look I--'
'Listen you left over fart from a beer binge, I told you what would happen next time you got in the way of one of my investigations!'
'I'm willing to risk it. Paco R is on his way over to my office!'
'Paco? Why?'
'Do you want him?'
'You know I do! Wait, why's he coming to you?'
'His vaqueros tried to pound me to death tonight. But I told him they left some life in me. Now he's coming over to finish the job. Send some of your goons with badges over here quick.'
'Yeah, we'll be there. But Sturm--'
'Yeah?'
'That pounding you got tonight wasn't from Paco. I'll be there real soon.'
I hung up the phone, and waited. And waited. The elevator door opened. Steps came down the hall. Into my office. I pushed myself into the shadows and waited....