“I’m fine. Just go. Please, just leave me. f**k Lloyd Cole. Your self,” I implored weakly with my tongue truant to my instruction. I didn’t need Kenn here. I didn’t want to hear that he was right and I that I was wrong. That the Harpy had proved Kenn’s conspiracy theories and that I was just a fool. I had lost enough without having to face this.
Looking around my place, and then past Kenn: “f**k, did you break my door?” It was the first time I had seen sunlight in days. Well, actually weeks. Maybe longer. The sun burned my eyes and the fresh air laid foul all that I had left to rot in my wallowing despair.
“OK, asshole, this is how it’s going to be . . . Fuck.” Kenn had walked away, and I could hear him vomiting in the kitchen sink. When he came back he said, “We’ve got one chance here t
