Chapter 3
Danny woke up with a headache and he didn’t know why. Then last night’s conversation with Nanette came flooding back and he covered his eyes with both hands to block out the mocking winter sun.
“Kevin!” he moaned. “Goddamn f*****g asshole Kevin! Who the f**k do you think you are?”
It was four minutes after noon. Danny had gotten up once around nine to take a piss, but nothing tempted him to stay awake, so he’d gone back to bed. He’d finished that one typing project and hadn’t gotten any work in since, so...what was the goddamn point in living? He sank back into the tender maternal warmth between his mattress and Miku’s old comforter, which was designed with stars on one side and astrological symbols on the other. It sort of matched the walls.
Now he had some raging morn
