Oh, hell, people, I'm not that drunk. Not by the long shot I wish I made.
In a nutshell, stop emailing me if it's something negative. I have negative. I bring the negative. I can find the dark in your sun and the pain in your ecstasy without hesitation, so if I want a drink at lunch that's none of anyone's business. Neither is it anyone's business if I have five in hopes of a blackout that will bring me to Jake so I can tell him the good news.
Gotcha. I had two. Because life is short and I was thirsty.
I am not in a position to have to choose with Sam, so if you were worried, don't be. Making nice with Caleb is not a requirement to be a part of my life. Just ask Bridget. She isn't very nice.
John will be fine, he says. Ben can make his own announcements, it isn't my place to spill any beans from his plate, full as it is. Or maybe that's empty now. I don't really care now that he has ripped his wings off and can stay awhile.
Because that is all I want.
Someone to stay awhile.
So I won't be alone. No one wants that. Especially for me. It isn't good.
So. cut. me. some. slack.
