THIRTY-EIGHT
For the first time in months, Jason woke with the dawn. He made short work of a shower and shave. He even shrugged into a shirt before his watch told him it was 8 am. He killed twenty minutes by skimming through one of his library books: the one with the wedding in it, of course. He hadn't been to many weddings; the ones he'd crashed had been publicity stunts for adoring fans. He'd arrived, performed a song or two, posed for some photos with the couple before grabbing a drink and getting the f**k out of there. Sheila's was different because she was family, a cousin of some kind, and he'd been so off his face from the previous night's concert afterparty that he couldn't even remember the fangirl's name. Or if she gave good head.
Didn't matter. The only name he needed to remem
