Sixteens Tons
“You want to talk about it?” Skeeter’s voice interrupted some seriously dark thoughts as I barreled down the highway in my F-250.
“No.” I said into my Bluetooth headset.
“You sure? Sometimes it helps to talk these things out.” Skeeter persisted. Skeeter’s my best friend, my technological wizard and dispatcher for the Holy Roman Catholic Church, and the guy that’s been there for me during some of the ugliest times of my life. But he ain’t my therapist. And if I was the type of man who went to a therapist, a thirty-year-old African-American homosexual comic book nerd would not necessarily be my first choice. Especially one that answered to “Skeeter.”
I took a deep breath before I answered. “Skeeter, the day I become the kind of guy that needs to talk things out, you have my
