About an hour had passed since Kevin called. I listened to his message after my voicemail indicator kept waking me up. When I called him back, he didn’t sound good and wasn’t making a ton of sense. Although, I could barely make out what he was saying-it was so loud where he was. It was pretty much the first time he’d called me to pick him up from anywhere. Well, except that time I picked him up at the car dealership because they were keeping his car. But, that was different. I put my hand on the door handle and hesitated a split second before tossing the door open. Immediately the combined smells of old beer, crappy cologne, cigarette smoke and an intensely floral stench rolled around me like a fog. Saturday night at the bar. I inhaled deeply and regretted it. When you’re wrecked, the smell doesn’t really bother you. I wasn’t wrecked. The bar was not a fancy place. We would come here from time to time because Kevin’s friend was a bouncer.
