“One question,” he presses, jarring me from my thoughts. I take a deep breath and an even deeper drink to keep myself from doing something idiotic. I mean, more idiotic than drinking with my girlfriend’s alcoholic father. This family and their fucking questions. “One,” I say. “Did you really get kicked out of college today?” I look over at the neon Pabst sign, thinking over the question, wishing I hadn’t had four… no, five drinks. “No. But she thinks I did,” I admit.
I BEG YOUR FINEST PARDON????
