Tommy
Damn, I kept embarrassing the f**k outta myself with VJ. I’m usually smooth, sometimes to the point that some people think I’m heartless. Mostly though I give off a likable, down-home vibe like all I do is live for a good time. So far with VJ, I’ve done nothing but bare my soul and beg him to take potshots at it.
Wasn’t it damn good I was with VJ, who didn’t have a vindictive bone in his body? He could have easily f****d with me and raked me over the coals to boot. Instead, he kept looking like he wanted what I wanted—to be friends again.
When we ended our game of Dungeon, we’d stood in the kitchen watching the snow fall for a few minutes before we said good night and wandered off to bed.
In the morning, it was still overcast and the snow was back to its lazy fall. The drifts did
