Chapter 10

• "What? Really? How?" I asked, genuinely interested at that moment.
• At this point we had reached the superstore and we were trudging up the drinks isle.
• "Well, a few months ago, I found myself in a sticky situation. It was messy—I'll just spare you the gory details. Anyway, so I'm laying half unconscious on the ground, at this point I'm ready to welcome death when I feel a weight being lifted off me." He frowns at the branded alcohol in front of him, but I could tell he was frowning at the memory.