Gilbert called me one fateful day, and he wasn't pleased.
"You haven't contacted me in two months? What's that all about?" he practically hissed, like some pissed-off alley cat ready to pounce.
"Sorry, I've just been really busy," I told him truthfully.
"Doing what? Smoking more junk?" he pressed, claws out.
"For your information, I got a girlfriend. She loves me more than you can imagine. What would you know about love, Gilbert Raeder?" I used his full name just to jab him where it hurt.
He scoffed, the sound sharp enough to cut.
"I have a wife and a smart son who never touched drugs. He actually wants to live a full life. Unlike you!" His voice rose with the ferocity of a lion defending its pride.
For a split second, I considered punching him in the face. But I also didn't feel li
