25
Ricky
I sat at a table with the Viper officers, sipping a tonic while they drank their beer. For a Sunday night, the club had grown rowdy, music blasting and w****s making their rounds. Butcher sat on my left, his arm still in a sling, but the tension that had been between us no longer lingered. He’d clasped my shoulder in greeting, calling me brother.
Even though Casey’s last words to me had crushed my heart, I still found myself relaxing, proud of myself for going straight to my apartment the night before rather than hit a liquor store.
She’d said she could live without me.
I should have gone straight to the bottle—but I hadn’t, and I felt f*****g good for it.
Why hadn’t I ever appreciated being sober before? How had I ever thought being off kilter and half out of my mind was be
