THREE MONTHS LATER
Noah's head throbbed. It banged like the world's noisest drummers were having a nonstop concert in it. His eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of their sockets as he walked-no- stumbled his way out of the bar he had been getting wasted in for hours.
"Out of my way, you," Noah growled, shoving someone out of his way.
"What the- Watch where you're going," the man he had pushed shouted. “Such a f*****g asshole.”
If only everything wasn't spinning so fast, Noah would have gone back to plant his fist in that asshole's face. It might have made him feel slightly better, hurting someone.
Hate burned within him. He hated his life. He hated this noisy, shitty bar he had chosen to get drunk in. He hated every freaking thing.
Eager to get some fresh air, Noah hastened
