WHY HIM? WHY THE FUCK HIM?
Is this why I'd had that memory last night? A veiled premonition from the Spiritflame? A subtle warning, of what I would come to experience this morning? I mean it is no coincidence that the same young man who I had a memory of last night would come to be standing in a trial docket before me the morning after. The pretty redhead; my one and only first 'cuddle'. A girl always remembers her first now, doesn't she? And from what I can tell, frat boy still isn't much of a talker now. You'd think an alternate reality would do his sobriety a solid.
