Callahan
"You want to know what I was doing?" he asks, abruptly getting to his feet.
I remain seated and nod.
"I was looking for the girl. The one who called me that night. Who told me to come out. I'd met her a few days before at a club and I didn't expect her to call but she did. And like a selfish ass I went out and..." he trails off, turning his back to me. "You know how I spent the night my family was being massacred?"
I get to my feet. "Don't do this."
"No." He turns to me and I see something I recognize in his eyes. Hate. Self-hate. "I should do it. I should own up to it."
"It wasn't your fault you weren't there. And if you had been, what the f**k for? To die? To f*****g die?"
"I was getting my d**k sucked for the first time. That's what I was doing while you were being attac
