Christi had a birthday party scheduled over at The Glass; a gritty, cozy, and unwilling place to be. It was a bar and that was enough for me, I guess. Wednesdays are a good night to drink just like any other day of the week and it was one hell of a day. It was Christi’s twenty-third birthday and although the day was shit, I tried to have a good time. She phoned me. “Are you coming tonight?” she asked. “It’ll just be a few of us. We’re meeting at The Glass at 7:30.” “I’ll be ...
