044. Sick
Johnny threw open the door, and entered the kitchen. He ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, shaping it into an impossible tangle. He poured himself a glass of water and chugged it back. From the couch, Ripp moaned out a request for a glass.
"Oh, so you are alive." Johnny said.
"Barely."
"Did you get sick?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I hate to say it, but you have nobody to blame but yourself."
Like shit, Ripp thought. Johnny loved to say it. Every time Ripp was hung over, Johnny lectured him, and made a big show of going for a jog.
"Oh, so you are alive." Johnny said.
"Barely."
"Did you get sick?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I hate to say it, but you have nobody to blame but yourself."
Like shit, Ripp thought. Johnny loved to say it. Every time Ripp was hung over, Johnny lectured him, and made a big show of going for a jog.