CHAPTER THIRTY SIX

“Great, Aaron. You’re already seeing things, and you haven’t even started drinking yet.”

I groaned at the fact that I was talking to myself, but I still cheered to an invisible nobody before I took the first sip.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I murmured and sat back with a grin. The liquid burned in my throat, and I felt a warm wave of calmness spread through my body on its way down inside my stomach. It made me relax again.

Maybe I should play some guitar?

Without thinking twice, I got up and turned on the Stagepas. I connected the cable and turned the volume up. The sexy instrument was in my hand while I took another large gulp of royal liquid, and then I struck the first loud chord. But it wasn’t loud enough, so I turned the volume even higher, and then I played until my fingers bled. Not literally, of course. As the matter of fact, I didn’t get to play more than a good half hour, until old Mr. Dobbins knocked on the door. Or knocked? He pounded! With his fucking walking cane.

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