Fallout (Crank 3)

One: Not his first DUI.

He had one less

than two years ago.

Blood alcohol level:

point zero nine.

Two: Weed under

the seat. Less than

an ounce, but not

only fineable, also

contributable to his

condition that night.

He’s looking at

thirty days’ jail time,

license suspension,

and a big chunk of

change, and if he

can’t pay it, more

jail time. He goes

to court this week.

HE’S PRETTY MISERABLE

And I almost feel sorry for him.

Not that I didn’t try to warn him.

And I almost want to comfort him.

Not that he’s often been worthy of that.

And I almost want to give him a hug.

Not that I want anyone but Kyle to hug me.

And I almost want to say it will all work out.

Not that I really believe it will, for him. Or me.

And I almost want to tell him I love him.

Not that I have, since I was a little girl.