Chapter 44. Not an Alcoholic

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It didn’t take long until Nicho and I had a lot of drinks. You see, I’m not an alcoholic. I’m not even a huge fan of beers… or any drink for that matter. I don’t like the hint of alcohol on my tongue. It grosses me out. But I guess they’re right. When your mind’s clouded with a lot of confusion and adjustments, a bottle is your best friend. At least for a while, the problem will go away. It’s like an escape I recently found.

Miggy came back with the chick stuck on his arm. They sat down on the couch, and it shook a little. As soon as he was seated, the girl he got from the dance floor climbed on his lap and did a dance. She was licking his earlobes, and I had to look away.

“Migs, you can always get a room. They have some at the back,” Nicho said as he gulped another beer.

“Nah, this won’t take long. What are you two talking about?”

I took two huge gulps of beer. This was the second bucket. The first one was consumed by only me and Nicho. He didn’t