A Golden Oldie

Rusty oldie? Really bad oldie? I found this notebook in a box while I was cleaning my office. The story doesn't have a title, but here's the *ahem* memorable first line:

The first thing he remembered upon awakening was pain--lots of it--centered in no particular place, gnawing down his barriers like a plague of nasty termites.

It's descriptive, at least. Probably circa early 90s, if I'm reading it correctly.

As always, copyright remains with me.