We talked about my issue for about an hour after that. xxx Somehow I ended up asleep. She had finished a degree in psychology and was already doing the whole therapy thing. Anyway, patch left art school and we hadn’t talked for a while after until “the serious event” happened. I drank myself into a stupor, beat the crap out of two people at a bar, and finally tried to kill myself. I’m your typical nerdy guy. My name…well…let’s call me Kincaid. Another thing was that patch’s right eye was gone. The guy who grabbed my mother’s arm on Black Friday wasn’t expecting that.
