Chapter 20
Maybe I shouldhave taken the stranger to the hospital. That thought constantly raced through my mind. I didn’t really know what to do with him. I knew that he could sleep off whatever was in his system and that he would be safe in my apartment. Sometimes we never think about right and wrong in immediate situations. Those decisions simply come to life on their own, without a clear mind during their development. In other words, shit happened, and that’s exactly what unfolded, unconditionally.
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11:31 P.M.
I struggled to get the blond boxer up the three flights of stairs in my apartment building since the elevator was on the fritz. He felt like lead against me by that point. Part of me wished he had the frame of a twink instead of a jock. That wasn’t the case, though. I had to man it up and carry him to Apartment 3-B, using every amount of energy and muscle I could muster.