“No thanks,” I tell her. “Some say that you can drink your sorrows away, but others argue alcohol just makes them worse.”
“I always say, who cares what anyone else thinks?” Janet says. “What do you think you should do? What’s Whisper’s personal take on it?”
“Janet,” I tell her, sighing, “tonight, mine are the last thoughts I feel like I should be acting on.”
“Well, then maybe a drink isn’t your best idea. Maybe you’d be more comfortable at the strip club down the street.”
“Nah. Those would just be easy women. Women are my main problem anyway, & it’s the old saying: Easy come, easy go.”
She walks away, & I can’t blame her. From an outsider’s view, it must seem there is nothing that will pick me up. Deciding I need to be completely alone for a while, I drag myself back home.
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