Happy Mondays

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

When I got home it was early evening, and so I wasn’t surprised that Christian was home. What was surprising was he was sitting in the living room with a six pack next to him and a beer in his hand. Okay, that wasn’t surprising either. The shell-shocked look on his face, though, that was.

I plopped my stuff down and said, “Hey, everything okay?”

“I’ve never needed a drink more than I need a drink today.”

“Okaaay.” I tried to remember what he’d told me about rehab and alcohol.

He saw me thinking. “I’m all right. I’m not falling off the wagon.”

“If you say so. Did something happen?”

He took another swig of the beer. “Yeah.”

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