“Pride goeth before a fall, you know.”
“I’ve already fallen. Pride’s all I’ve got left. So try not to strip it from me, all right?”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize. How much farther?”
“Not much. Do you sleep in the back of your truck every night?”
“Yes.”
“Aren’t you worried?”
“I have Caligula, and my gun.” Alan didn’t know if Simon was just asking about his personal safety, or if he had intended to mean more with his question. Was he worried about his kids? Was he worried about his future? Was he worried that he wouldn’t be able to claw his way out of his hole? He had done it once before, but he had been young then. And single. Now, he was neither.
“How many shows are you doing here in Dublin?”
“Three more over the next two days.”
“Would you let me pay to put you up in
