JettLeo took way too long to get back to me. At least, I thought so. He griped about my impatience and asked what the f**k was so important about this girl.
“I f****d up, Leo,” was all I told him. “And I need to make it right. Today.”
Leo was silent on the other end of the line for a while, probably wondering who the f**k I was and what I’d done with the real Jett. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d asked. I hadn’t felt like this in a long time, not for anyone since Sandra, and it must have come off as really weird from Leo’s point of view.
Finally, he spoke, “Alright, Ink. I don’t know what’s going on with this chick, but I hope she’s worth the b***r you’re sporting for her.”
“She is,” I answered without even a moment’s hesitation.
He rattled off the address to me – an apartment comp
