Chapter 40

Wild

"Shut the fuck up," I groan.

My hand hits my phone harder than necessary, where it lays in bed next to me. There's no bedside table for it to go on, no dresser for it to sit atop. Nope, the only place for it is right next to my goddamn head on this twin mattress that kills my back.

There's a nagging at the nape of my neck that tells me I should be thankful. Skunk rents this apartment from the guys who fixed my bike, and while it is a roof over my head. This is the tiniest apartment I've ever been in, in my life. Not to mention the stairs up to this thing are a fuckin' hazard. If either one of us ever come up or down them drunk, we're breaking our necks. I roll over on to my back, taking a deep breath.

"Goddamn, man," I sigh as I get up, opening the door to the room that leads out onto a postage-stamp deck. There's barely enough room for me to stand out there, but at least I can get some fresh air, instead of the pot I've been inhaling consistently since I started staying