Luke
“Come on, bro! Snap out of it! I am so sick of watching you mope around!” Stephen blurted out in exasperation.
“Leave me alone,” I grumbled.
“I’m serious, Luke! Get your ass up and get ready for a night of clubbing!” Stephen demanded in a no-nonsense tone.
“I am not in the mood for that s**t!” I growled, getting more irritated with him by the second.
“Too bad! I’m not going to just stand back and watch you wallow in a pit of despair any longer! So what? Your wife left you, then she kicked your ass when you crossed the line after the divorce. Let’s not forget, she kicked my ass, too. Not to mention, I got knocked out at that gas station, because of that b***h,” he reminded me.
“Don’t f*****g call her b***h again! How many f*****g times do I have t
