Pay back or was it
Pay back (or was it?) Beginning I had just arrived home, it was just after midnight, the house was in darkness as I crept inside. Slowly making my way to the bedroom I stumbled into a chair sending it crashing over. The place was suddenly bathed in light when my wife Cynthia hit the switch, "Where the hell do you think you've been?" she shouted. "Out screwing around again I bet." I was too drunk and literary fucked out to offer any logical explanation, so with a stupid grim I...