Chapter 49

I suppose it’s obvious that I’m not a fan of the holidays. I don’t understand the need to put oneself in debt for a year just to buy that perfect present for that special someone. Hogwash. Don’t people realize it’s all a scam?

All right, all right. The real reason I’m grumpy is because Nigel, that beautiful, selfish bastard of a human being, left me on Christmas morning two years ago. So any joy to the world I had left at the time, which was very little, is gone forever. I’m definitely not searching for it.