Chapter Twenty-Six
I don’t know how long I slept, or what day it is. To be honest, I don’t really care. Maybe it’s been a week, maybe longer - it’s all a blur, and who f*****g cares how much time has passed? I’ve lost everything that matters. The angle of the sun tells me it’s late afternoon. My mouth tastes like dog-s**t laced cardboard. I stumble out to the living room and pour myself a full glass of Pappy. I drain it in four long gulps, bracing against the fire that burns its way to my gut. Then I sit and wait for the alcohol to hit my bloodstream, to dull the pain that consumes me. Thirty minutes later, relief hasn’t come. I pour another glass. I slam it down as fast as I can and throw the glass against the wall with a roar so loud my throat feels like it has skid marks. It shatters s
