In hindsight, Edwin couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he surpassed Cathy and Blake in potables consumed. Carson just kept buying, and Edwin kept drinking and laughing at Carson’s jokes. The oldies kept playing, one after another. A few times, he heard Roy Orbison’s voice, but by then, the beer had clouded his brain to the point that he didn’t even care. So what if somebody in the bar liked oldies and Roy Orbison? It was nothing to worry about.
He also couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he decided to pass over his car keys to Carson. He seemed like the trustworthy sort, and he was definitely more sober. Edwin shouldn’t have let a kid get him drunk. But Carson was so good to get drunk with. He was funny. He was cute. He didn’t mind paying for the drinks. And with each beer, Edwin forgot a
