Owen
I saw a familiar Jake's pick-up truck outside when I left the apartment. It’s Saturday and we usually go to The Barbs for our weekly meeting. c*****g an eyebrow, my eyes darted to my best friend whose eyes were bloodshot.
“Good morning!” Jake laughed like a f*****g maniac as soon as he saw me. With that state, did he drive here? What a lucky bastard. “There’s no good in the morning,” I answered, tightening my lips, and shaking my head.
“What brought you here?” I asked, squatting down and feeding the chickens and roosters in our backyard.
Suddenly, he chuckled. “It’s the time of the month, Owen.”
I froze in my place, but my eyes still looked at the animals in front of me. It’s the time of the month. Last month, we drank until we passed out in his trailer. Now that he’s here, I
