Chapter 53: Don’t Over-Season ItLast night of the year.
Our loft was filled with people, friends we hadn’t seen in a while. The place looked great. Derek and Myles had done a fantastic job turning into an eighties disco club. There was gold and silver everywhere. And glitter. So much goddamn glitter. I had some in my drink, I believed. They’d put up garlands made out of tiny mirrors they’d strung by hand yesterday, and the mirrors reflected the strategically placed lights in the room, creating the illusion of being sealed inside a giant disco ball.
Or maybe I was just plastered. Drunk out of my f*****g mind. I’d been hitting the bottle since three this afternoon, every ounce of booze numbing me more and more. I couldn’t handle my son’s rejection. Couldn’t deal.
“Watch it, there, Nick,”
