Chapter 2
Cameron was high as a kite, sitting by me with his hand in his pants. I couldn’t blame him for celebrating his negative test results.
I’d had a few scotch and sodas myself. My mind was hazy, and as I stared at the screen, the images I saw didn’t relay back to my brain. There were simply colored dots and shapes put together to form men f*****g. Maybe I’d seen this part too many times before. To Cameron, porn was like chicken soup—comforting and safe.
“I’m gonna get another drink,” I said, getting out of the couch with effort. Truth was, I was going to get myself a glass of water and creep into my bedroom. I had work to do, and sometimes I worked best when I was depressed and on the verge of intoxication. There were feelings I could only unlock in this pathetic state.
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