to keep me company. Who needs
 
 that kind of reality? I pick
 
 up the phone and call Quade.
 
 We talk for a long while, and
 
 after we hang up, I get buzzed.
 
 By the Time Trey Knocks
 
 On the door, I am very buzzed
 
 and almost beyond caring
 
 that he has finally arrived.
 
 One look at him and all that
 
 changes. He’s shaken, pale.
 
 He stumbles through the door
 
 and I lock it behind him,
 
 invite him into my arms.
 
 “What’s wrong?” I guide
 
 him into a chair. I, uh…just
 
 had a major blowout with
 
 Brad. He catches his breath,
 
 chooses his words. I went out
 
 there first, looking for ice.
 
 Angela was over the top.
 
 How was I supposed to know
 
 she’d gone to Narcotics Anonymous
 
 and made Brad go too?
 
 How was I supposed to know
 
 she’d fucking freak out and
 
 threaten to call the cops?
 
 I mean, standing on the door
 
 step, screaming. Damn, she’s
 
 crashing hard. Then, when I