Chapter 12
Things changed after the fight with Terrance. Darren ceased all contact with his basketball buddies and was miserable as a result. Even though he didn’t say it, I knew he blamed me for causing a rift between him and his friends. When I gingerly suggested he find some different men to shoot hoops with once the weather improved, he nearly bit my head off, claiming the task wasn’t that simple.
“As usual, you just don’t get it, Mark,” he said.
Tired of hearing that I didn’t “get” things or couldn’t “understand” what was going on, I snapped. “Jesus, it’s not rocket science, Darren. Just find some other guys to play with and move on.”
He stormed out of the condo, claiming he was going to the gym. I fought the urge to go after him. We were arguing on a weekly basis and it was menta
