I always hated that guy, mister ‘Runs the Debate Club even Though He’s A Few Years Older than the High School Girls.’ Bet he did it just to creep on Faith. My Faith, although right now she claims otherwise. Fuck no. I’m getting her back. And the little girl… Dawn. I might be a father. I’m too exhausted for anger. I thought I’d get to see her again. Finally, after all this time I’d waited, and here she is with another man – and a baby girl that might be mine. The timing is right. Faith needs to know that no matter what, I’ll take care of her. Of both of them. It can’t be like this. I have to get her back. I drove there on my motorcycle and I was on the road right now, musing, getting honked at by some small-dicked truck behind me because I was sitting there, thinking about things more important than the goddamn fast lane.
