One day he would be King, but for now he needed to sing to loud music and laugh. Home and hearth. Terry smiling up from the couch as he rolled one of an endless series of doobies. Take one and light it. Inhale deeply, hold it in the lungs, exhale slowly.
Work s a bitch.
In his way, he loves Terry more than any other person alive. He isn t really sure he loves anyone, particularly himself, but if he does, it is Terry. He was busted up, down on the mat and ready to be counted out. A woman, of course. At 18 it is easy to lose it over a woman.