I don’t even know how to start this without my hands shaking, this has to be the craziest thing I ever did.
It was supposed to be a normal Friday night. Dad’s poker game with his old crew from work. Five guys, all in their late 40s and 50s, same as him. They’ve been coming over every month for years to have beers, cigars, trash talk, the usual.
I was always “the kid,” waving hi on my way out to meet friends.
But I’m 23 now. And last summer, something that routine took a different turn.
It started with Mark, I had a huge crush on him. Dad’s best friend since college. Tall, deep voice, always teasing me a little too long when he hugged hello. One night after a game, when everyone else had left, he stayed to “help clean up.” Dad passed out on the couch after several bottles of drinks.
