Chapter 10The nerve of him. I hadn’t socialized with anyone in months and Nathan made feel guilty about making a new friend? The only people I ever saw were all in Nathan’s circle of power executives or divorced fag hags. One lousy happy hour and he flipped? Had I ever complained about his over-packed schedule, his weekend getaways, his evening meetings?
The man’s life was one big PR event.
I’d gone out for drinks with Jake again and had come home to find Ike Turner sitting in our living room.
Nathan hit me yesterday. Whacked me right across the mouth. Yes, and I hit him right back. How mature was that? The two of us rumbling in our living room like some kind of boxing exhibition.
“You crazy little elf!”
“You imperialistic bastard!”
The awful thing ended in a very anticlimactic manne
