Prologue
"Damnit Garth I wanted blueberry not blackberry. How many times do I have to tell you that?" I said. Jeez, it was not that hard to remember the difference.
"Y'know, if you said please once in a while, I might remember next time." Garth replied with a smile. I rolled my eyes.
"PLEASE don't fuck up next time, yea? Yea." I said, walking away. I needed out of the house anyway. It was getting stuffy at Singer's.
"Hey hey where are you goin? Your food is gonna get cold, and we need to get our strength up for the next case." he called after me.
"I'll see you later Garth." I said, closing the door behind me.
As I walked towards my car, i thought about the things I'd do if I weren't in this mess of a life.
Travel, probably. Settle down, maybe. Ha, yeah right. Me, settling down with some perv? Don't think so. Not even with a nice perv like Garth.
Wasn't worth the investment. Least not to me.
I reached my car and put my hands on it, pushing against it and letting my head hang between my arms.
Fuck.
A year in this business and it still hasn't gotten any easier. The killing, the drinking, the meaningless sex. None of it. I always feel angrier and angrier after every kill, every sip, and every shag.
Not to mention the god awful food at god awful diners. I just need a 5 course meal already.
I let out a big sigh and open my car door. My baby. At least I got to keep her. My gorgeous 1969 Chevy Nova. Gift from...
Doesn't matter anymore.
Time to go to therapy.
Martin's Bar, here I come.