Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2 — Enzo

Someone asked what i want out of life. told them i already ate. — a lie, but a confident one.

There is a version of a man who wakes up next to a stranger and feels something, and although I have read about him, in the faces of my teammates when they talk about their wives, I have never been able to locate him inside myself.

That morning, with the girl in my bed and the light coming up gray over a city I’d be traded out of within the year, I went looking for him but found nothing.

She was pretty. She’d been funny the night before, which I’d noticed and which had made me briefly want to stay near her.

So I’d brought her home.

In the morning the want was gone, the way it always was, drained out overnight like the engine cooling.