Chapter 28
Mike Sweat is rolling down my skin with each bench press I put my arms through. It’s how I’ve been managing my stress lately - I’ve been working out even harder and more often. The endorphins and all that. “Dude, I swear you’re in here a lot more than you ever were when you were part of the club,” Jace comments as he hits the punching bag with his wrapped fist. “He’s still a part of the club,” Squirrelly grunts off to the side doing a bicep curl. I pump another rep. “It’s either this or managing my stress with the help of a whiskey bottle.” Squirrelly and Jace make no comment, instead they grunt an agreement and carry on with their routine. Alcohol has always gotten me into interesting situations and even weirder night terrors involving Grandpa Chuck. I haven’t had terrible night
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