He wished the answers to his problems could be found at the bottom of a Coors bottle. He'd looked there often enough but could never find any.
So many thoughts flowed through Johnny's head while he took another gulp: Miguel on that ER table; Carmen's angry tears; the hostile faces of his students, crowding around his Sensei, who didn't betray so much as a hint of regret for taking his dojo out from under him.
A mistake. It had all been a mistake.
Johnny kept telling himself that as he chugged the remainder of his beer, before reaching for another.
