My usual lullaby crooner, whiskey, is doing nothing but bring my past reeling back to me. My college days, the parties and the drinking, the guy who took the drinking and my weekends with the girls away because I was always with him drinking whatever his body secreted. The shenanigans that ended up producing Shannon and the detonation of the relationship blowing everything to smithereens, his walking out on me and severing all connection even for his daughter because I refused to abort.
“You either keep her as a friend or lose me as your wife.” “Lisa and I have been friends for – like what – forever? Jace, don’t tell me you