The thought curdles in my chest. Me, of all people. A crush of all things. If she wasn’t as high as a kite when she said it, then I’d love to know what I’ve ever done to give her that idea. Couldn’t have been because I threatened to cut out her tongue or because I strung her up in my garage like a freshly slaughtered lamb. And if it was, then, fuck, guess she’s more of a psychopath than I am.
