Chapter 43

A pounding headache wakes me. I feel like shit. I can’t remember when was the last time I got pissed drunk. It isn’t like me. This shit with Chiara has me fucked up. It was not my intention to get drunk. I just wanted to stop thinking about her. But before I knew it I had drained half the bottle. I don’t remember how I got home. I look at the clock on my dresser and it reads nine in the morning. I