His hair hadn’t even completely dried before he found himself staring at the bottle of whiskey he kept in the cabinet over the stove.
Michael poured some whisky in some random shot glass that Angel must have left there one night, changed into his favorite sweats and was about to fall into the huge recliner his sister had left behind when Michael heard Angel’s voice on his machine.
“Hey man, how you doing?”
“He ain’t here, Angel. Call back later, beeeeep!” he yelled at the machine, not bothering to pick up.
Why’d you have to call? Michael thought. Just one f*****g day with no noise in my head and you gotta f*****g call!
“I just wanted to make sure you were all right,” Angel’s voice continued from the machine.
Michael heard Angel’s genuine concern and it pulled at his heart. He stood f
