certain moments.
And I drank more than a little to tell the truth.
So much that I can’t remember leaving here, going
to her house—how did we get there? I certainly
don’t remember sleeping with her. I think I passed
out as soon as I hit the mattress. This morning just
after six, I woke up with a splitting headache and
some nasty nausea.
I left without even telling her. Outside her place
I was lucky to find a solitary taxi. I realized I
didn’t have my keys with me and so I came here
where, fortunately, I had also left my motorcycle.
I didn’t plan on meetingdaddy’s little girl.
“Jesus, Patrick, do you always have to be such
an asshole?” she yells without even turning to look
at me.
What’d I say? I always talk shit, but she should
be used to it by now.
I won’t deny being an asshole, it’s true. Erin is
completely right. I always have been and I don’t
hide it. I want people to know what they’re getting,
especially women, because I can’t be an asshole to
my friends.
Me and the guys have been living here for just
over two years since Rain lost her memory in a
terrible accident in which her boyfriend, Neil,
died. She’s doing better now and is happy. It’s all
thanks to that asshole Liam.
Whoever would have thought that after ten
years he would have finally confessed to be in love
