Chapter 6

“You’re my only friend, Hermes,” I got out, realizing I was crying and not caring, “And I guess, my only family, too. Fuck it.”

Yep, that’s what a confused, stupid, and half-drunk little dumb-head I was at the time. And a coward, too, actually, a hate-filled, cowardly, insecure little fag. I turned off the music. I couldn’t bear the joy my favorite tunes usually brought me. I groped around and hit the button for the radio instead, the radio I’d forgotten Grandpa had put in. I’d actually gotten it to work somewhat, too. It only played music from his time, which was weird. Yep, I was also too stupid to realize he’d only programmed in the oldies stations.