I cry myself to sleep every night, except for the nights I don’t sleep at all. And I don’t talk to Jason. I don’t call him and he still hasn’t called me. As much as I wish I don’t want him to, the truth is, I do. I miss him. Maybe more than I did before. It’s like the pain inside of me is still c...
I walk back to the bar through the dying fog of smoke to retrieve a cloth for the remaining dirty tables. One of these nights, we’re going to get shut down for letting people smoke in here. Then again, it’s not like the cops are foolish enough to come into Ralph’s widow’s place and start giving M...