what is the word

It's a slow day in the office today. I had high hopes for my day off yesterday, Rosh Hashanah, but I squandered it recovering from a hangover so bad I was utterly incapacitated. I don't know what happened to me on Wednesday nite, but somehow, I got drunker than I've gotten probably in years. I blacked out several hours of the nite. The last thing I remember is being at the Delancey, watching Kickstart, thinking how much the Delancey looked like Lit to me, & dancing a little too recklessly. Suddenly I woke up at my f.b.'s house with a hard, sore lump burgeoning on my forehead, my shirt on inside out, one sock on my foot & nothing else. It was 7 a.m. Among other things, the fact that I was wearing one sock, rather than two or none, seemed like an impenetrable mystery. My dear f.b. only wanted to sleep, but I kept pestering him with questions about what had happened, how I had gotten there.
"You said you were chased here by a one-eyed man," he said, with the implication that it had been some sort of alcohol-inspired mirage.
But when he said it there rose up in my mind a picture (a memory or a vision?) of an older man, bedraggled, leering, with one milky glass eye staring straight, & behind him I made out the blurred background of Bedford.
I was, I faltered, feeling sick & unsure of myself. I mean I think there was a one-eyed man.
But was there? I haven't seen a one-eyed man in my neighborhood before. I hope I imagined him. I hope I didn't really see some poor one-eyed man & then run screaming from him in horror. How atrociously rude. I'm sure he has enough problems, what with the one eye & everything.