|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
"...I'm high." He said honestly as he sat down on the bed, staring at the desk in front of him for a moment, before turning to look at Abernathy. He'd never done cocaine before, and frankly he could see why people liked it.
He felt...good. It was that weird sort of high that made him feel as if everything was clear, and understandable. He could fix the world right now, he thought, as he stared at the desk.
"Gael said he was sorry, which is okay, I guess. I don't know. Do you know, though, that....I have to break up with Adelaide...and not break her heart. She needs someone better than me. Like...straight, and not me. I don't even know why she loves me. I'm dick. I'm huge dick."
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
|
|
|