Malone
The next morning, I'm awake when my three-thirty alarm goes off. Awake because I've spent most of the night tossing and turning, thinking about what Slater told me at the field house. Realization and truth can be a shitty thing, and I've been hit in the face with it.
For so long I've convinced myself that I made the right decision back then. That no matter how much it hurt, no matter how much I second-guessed it, it was the right thing to do.
After hearing him talk about it yesterday? Mistake is the word banging around in my head like the ball of a pinball machine.
“Get your s**t together, Malone." I drag ass out of bed, before going to the bathroom.
Same routine as yesterday, and I realize this is what my life has turned into. The same s**t, day in and day out. Yeah, back in
