I was careful to take my next breath through my mouth. I didn’t want Quinn-sniff to influence my already wino-impaired brain function. A little voice in the back of my head said, Don’t trust him! You’re not special! You’re weird and awkward and a bigheaded Neanderthal freak with Medusa hair! He’s confused you with someone else! Almost immediately, I told that voice to eat shit and die.
