TanzieWhen I wander back to the room, I find Grisham and a whole heap of mess. Broken lamps, pictures thrown from the wall, clothing shredded to bits. It’s like a hurricane ripped through the room, leaving nothing but broken memories in its wake.
And Grisham is in the center of it with a bottle of Wild Turkey, nearly three-quarters empty.
“What the?” I ask. If I wasn’t sober after my interaction with Spree, I sure as hell am now.
He stands, his gaze intense as he approaches me. The bottle of liquor dangles from his fingertips. He’s got a cut on the other hand, bleeding red. He looks like walking despair.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
“I’m a f*****g failure,” he says. “But I guess I’m fine.”
“Why are you a failure?”
“I’m here, right? At this miserable f*****g club instead of living with
