Chapter Five
I go about my business while my life feels as if it’s draining away. Something in its savory taste has gone. Even if I have lived with a desperate inner uproar driving me, I can count on the s****l rush of my dalliances to excite me. But that exhilarating excitement seems far from my reach now, and I don’t understand why.
I hardly care if Jeremiah beats me, which he hasn’t. I refuse Rocco a trip to the stairwell—I said I was too busy, even when I’ve always found time to f**k him. I do go to bed with a high school friend who I meet on the street one afternoon. Something clicks in our brief conversation and suddenly we’re looking for a motel room. Not finding what we want, we end up at my house, banging the springs of my old bed until I think it’s going to break—he’s a real p
