Chapter 11
Matt was getting ready to turn in for the night. He had to get up early the next day for his summer job with the park district, where he oversaw a day camp. He thought he should tidy up a little before crawling under the sheets. He could at least throw away the Pagliacci pizza box on his coffee table and put the Mac & Jack’s ale bottles lined up next to it in his recycling bin before allowing himself the luxury of slumber, but he was too tired—and maybe a little too drunk—for even that much effort.
“f**k you all,” he said to the box and bottles littering his table, as though they had ears. “You’ll still be here in the morning. That’s the thing about trash. It always sticks around.” He took a few steps toward his bedroom and then snorted. He completed the thought with, “Unless
