The Guy with the Name

This is the story of when I stopped trusting people.

I’m seventeen, living the life. Work all day, drink all night, never worrying about bills or tomorrow. The songs I was listening to were my script. We’ve all been there; I don’t need to go into it. What happened, though, was that one bleary bright morning, I run into a guy in a parking lot who tells me somebody I know got raped last night, maybe at a house I’d been in for a few minutes. […]