Passenger

08/29/2010

Passenger

By John Evans

"Why can't you see things my way?"

I can't even remember what we were arguing about. I just remember that, at this point, I was sick of it. I stood up and walked off. "I've got a headache."

I don't think Scott said anything at this point. It wouldn't have mattered; I wasn't lying about the headache. That's how it always starts.

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Aug 29, 2010 10:29:50 PM

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