Bands of Lust Chapter II
She had left me with a napkin with her address and quick directions. I stuffed that carefully into my pocket to avoid smearing the ink. And set out to drop off Simon and Nathan who were essentially still shifting between reality and whatever dream world they were simultaneously occupying. Nathan usually was never one to get stoned or drunk, but he was no match for Simon’s persuasion, which usually consisted of him punching Nathan in the arm until he gave in. I left them each at their houses...