“What does a big badass biker man eat for breakfast?” “Virgins,” I deadpanned. Her startled laugh was like fuckin’ church bells. It didn’t make sense but that’s what my time with Lou always reminded me of, a religious experience. I felt cowed and unworthy of her goodness, moved to the point of reverence and devoted to the point of worship. I wanted her to be my religion, the reason the sun rose and fell each day. The reason for my entire fuckin’ existence.
