By Colleen Foley
Seth’s “Not now!” fell on intentionally deaf ears.
been out of joint since the opening salvo of this mess. Being
splattered with carcinogenic tomato guts will do that to a guy. But the
familiar, dysfunctional domesticity of whiskey in Jimmy’s kitchen, had
finally snapped me back to…me.
All honesty, I’m not a modest
guy and I wanted nothing more than to dive my over-confident,
evil-smiting self ,right into this “crawl inside your head” challenge
Seth had presented. Right now.
My grin widened further. I slammed back a final shot and nodded.
"Bring it, little brother. Let’s get’er done."