“Jesus Christ, Ricky, shut the f**k up! Stop pissing me off, before I shoot you and let you join all these dead men on the f*****g floor right now!” I roared, exasperated. “She’s not just any woman! She’s the woman I met back in Leeds… Who apparently had died in a f*****g car crash!”
Ricky furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, astounded at this news.
“Are you sure that you’re not just seeing things? I know you’ve been sniffing methamphetamine these past few weeks. She can’t come back from the dead, brother. You have to accept it. You have to come to terms with it.”
Ricky stared at me with an uneasy expression on his face.
“I told you that you weren’t well…”
“Jesus Christ, Ricky!” I roared, grabbing hold of him, shaking his body repeatedly. “LOOK AT ME IN THE f*****g EYES! DO YOU THINK I
