Chapter Three
“There is no greater sorrow
Than to recall a happy time
When miserable.”
― Dante Alighieri
I woke up the next day feeling fresh and well rested. For the first time in a long time my head was clear, my body didn’t ache from a restless night, and there was no eyeball-shattering hangover. It was strange to see this f****d up world in its true colours rather than hidden by my Ray-bans. I may have woken with my body straight, but I still had my mind and spirit to get right. I wasn’t one of those women who could hand myself over to fate or faith. I usually found my mind in the bottom of my spirit. Tequila won’t solve your problems but it’s worth a shot. Yeah, I had a logo T-shirt; don’t judge me.
I had spent my whole night watching trash TV. Even though my mouth was dry and n
