I don't know.

Jul 29, 2009 00:24

"So," Colin asked, "Are you just fucked, then, or what?"

Alcohol throbbed at my temples and I did my best to ignore it. It was a question that I had asked myself more than once. Enough times that I felt like I had come to a conclusion I was satisfied with.

"I don't know," I answered. "But if I am, I don't think it matters, in the long run." I had another drink. Why the hell not, right?
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