“Can’t do what?” She asked mystified.
“I can’t see you any longer,” I replied feeling terrible.
“So I was a cheap piece of ass then?” She then said.
“You were not a piece of ass and you were not cheap,” I replied emphatically.
Rosa left the house in a huff. I noticed she had taken one of my packs of cigars with her after she left. It was a small price to pay for my solitude. I can’t handle a lot of bullshit going on in my life when I am sober.
I walked to the fridge to look at the twelve pack of beer I had left there from a few days ago. I poured all of the damn things out. I felt better after sitting down and listening to the radio for awhile.