It’s been three weeks since Mike and I had our talk. We’re at Cal Park and about to start our third game. So far, we’re 2 – 0. Although we don"t talk about it, Mike seems to be his old self again. I hope we never do, cause how can I tell him I couldn’t keep the “one promise.”
How could I tell him that I couldn’t wait to get to Joyce’s apartment, even knowing that Li’l Mikey was there? I was so “hard up” that I couldn’t think about anything else. I tried to tell myself that it was clouding my reasoning because I hadn’t been laid before I left Germany.
It was paramount to me to keep my friendship with Mike. I thought it was the most important thing to me at that moment. I tried to steel myself to that thought. As I walked into the apartment. I thought my resolve was back in full force. I t
