The First Bonecutter
It all started when I went to a party my friend was having. Well, I use the word ‘party’ loosely. My friend was only a bit better off, socially, than I was; so that meant he was having his friends and his roommate’s friends over to get drunk. I qualify for the categories ‘friend’ and ‘likes to get drunk’ so I thought, what the Hell? It’s not like I have anything else to do, right? I’d never met his roommate. We only knew each other through School – he had just finished his Associate’s, so he was halfway done. I’d be going back for my Psychology Master’s after two and a half years of working night shift at a gas station and living with two roommates of mine, one of whom was my brother. I didn’t know my friend’s roommate had just hit thirty. But he had, and that meant the other group was mostly older people – there were eleven in total though, so I was able to take my usual course of action. That is, I hung back and got drunk, watching everyone else fumble through the awkward smalltalk...
