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Brandon Simoneaux woke up, came to, head pounding mercilessly. His back ached; the fold-out bed in the downstairs den was not comfortable. He had a crick in his neck from the foam rubber pillow they kept in the downstairs coat closet.
The worst thing, even worse than the foul taste in his mouth, the pounding head, the roiling stomach was the knowledge that he had fucked up. He had once again slipped. He had once again drank, throwing away four months of sobriety.
"And no telling what that bitch..." Brandon muttered darkly as he wiggled into his jeans.
He did not bother stripping the sweaty sheets from the bed. He did not bother folding the mattress and putting the cushions onto the sofa again. Knowing his wife, Brandon would most likely be spending another night on the sofa.
In the half bath just to the left of the den, Brandon started in the standing position. That proved to be too difficult so he turned and plopped down onto the seat to finish emptying his bladder. Digging his cell phone out of his pocket, he saw that it was twelve minutes after eight. He had twenty eight percent battery and, in the enclosed space, he had three out of four bars. Scrolling through his contacts list, Brandon was just about to hit 'Samuel-AA' but hesitated.
"God damn and fuck; if I got to hear 'well did you pray about it?' one more fucking time," Brandon mumbled, wishing his head would just explode and get it over with.
Scrolling through his contacts again, Brandon saw Manny Kardoulis's phone number. They'd gone to school together; Kimble Academy and the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. In fact, Manny had been an usher at Brandon's wedding when Brandon had married Denise Thibodeaux, their former Computer Literacy teacher at Kimble Academy. Brandon hit 'Send' and waited.
Manny sighed heavily when he saw Brandon's name on his phone. He did not know why Brandon would be calling him; they were not friends. They'd gone to high school together and Brandon had bullied Manny without mercy. It had become intolerable when Manny had started dating Xyla Woods, Brandon's former girlfriend. Never mind that it had been Brandon that dumped Xyla. According to the etiquette, the rules of high school, Xyla Woods was still off-limits.
Then in college, seeing that his good looks, sports prowess and empty promises would earn him no sway with the university instructors, Brandon had sought Manny's help. Somehow, Brandon thought that they were now the best of friends, although it was a very one-sided friendship. Manny was supposed to be at Brandon's beck and call and never ever expect anything in return.
"Yeah?" Manny asked, not hiding his lack of enthusiasm.
"Hey, hey man, it, it's Brandon," Brandon said needlessly.
"Uh huh?" Manny asked, stepping out onto the back patio so that his voice would not disturb his wife's sleep.
"I uh, I fucked up man," Brandon admitted.
"And?" Manny asked, wishing Brandon would just get to the point.
"Yeah, I, you know how I had, I almost had five months? Without a drink or any drugs?" Brandon mumbled.
"Uh huh; you showed me your ninety day chip, medallion, whatever it's called," Manny agreed, making the 'hurry-up' motion with his hand.
"Yeah, well, I uh, last night, we uh, we went over to Big Rob's, you remember Big Rob? Robert Walker?" Brandon said.
"Yeah. Was a gigantic douche; I remember him. What about it?" Manny said, not hiding the impatience in his voice.
"Anyway, he uh, he had some tequila and you know tequila's my thing; shit, love tequila," Brandon enthused, warming up to the memory of the alcohol.
"What's Denise say about all this?" Manny asked, cutting Brandon off.
"I, man! Man, man, man, she, she is so pissed off, I mean, she was some pissed," Brandon admitted, losing his enthusiasm.
"I bet. I mean, after you totaled her car?" Manny agreed. "And that was after you'd totaled your Jeep, lost your license, hey. You ever get your job back?"
"No, no, they uh, they keep saying it'll be as soon as I get off probation," Brandon said.
"Well, don't look like that'll happen any time soon now, huh?" Manny said, enjoying Brandon's descent. "So, what you going do now, dude?"
"Fuck, just wish I was dead, dude. You know, just go ahead and kill myself," Brandon said. "Get it all out the way. Just get it over with."
