Jan 17, 2007 01:17
I step into Joe's, the music blaring through my thoughts at a volume that's a little more than excessive, and peanut shells crunching under my feet and I wonder what I'm doing here.
Then I remember that the woman I love is in bed with another man. Not just any bed. My bed. In my bed with the woman I love.
Now I know how Derek felt when he found Addison and I.
I sit at the bar and look to Joe, "Budweiser Select please."
joe,
alex,
mark