Chapter 82
- - ASAMI -
- I throw a dart pin towards the board. It hit the center. I walk backwards to the small, round, fancy, long desk holding my champagne and champagne flutes in a tray and grab a half full glass of champagne. I force it down my throat steadily, the loathe for the person in the image pinned at the center of the dart board slowly evolving out my body.
- I thought a glass or five would do the trick and aid this anger dissolve but I'm on my fifth and I still feel this rage.