CHAPTER 185

DICK-FACE DECIDED NOT TO press charges, so there was no bail. My brother and sister-in-law are on a list of people who are not speaking to me, Danny being at the top of that list.

I work out Saturday morning and run into several teammates. They can barely control themselves, and laughter breaks out every few minutes. I’m not laughing.

How many times can one guy fuck up?

I’m betting on a million, so I have a long way to go.

I head home and swim laps in the indoor pool. My brother and I loved this house, or at least we did until my mother died. The love for the place returned slowly for me, but, by that time, I was an adult and the only running around I did was on a rugby field.

Thinking about my mother doesn’t help my current state. A twenty-seven-year-old man who seriously misses his mommy is pathetic. Punching a guy in the face is pathetic. Losing Danny is the height of pathetic.

I have a housekeeper, but, with nothing better to do, I straighten up the place. I put a load of laundry