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him go from my hold,
nodding once to let him know our brother moment was over. We both
walked back to the front lobby to inform the realtor we would take
it.

    “I propose a
toast!”
    Greg was already
shitfaced, buying rounds for everyone at O’Malley’s, the bar that
we had hung out in since we moved up here. It was a small hole in
the wall bar that maybe held sixty people, but this was our
family.
    Greg Gentry, had a huge
Irish family that had taken me in as their own. I respected them
immensely. I hadn’t seen, or talk to my family since the day I left
Georgia. That was a state I swore I would never return to, there
was nothing there that I needed or even wanted, or so I
thought
    I didn’t need family, I
learned to be self-sufficient quickly. Bills had to be paid, and
drinking had to commence. It wasn’t like good ole’ daddy would send
me a monthly check anyways, so I learned how to take care of
myself; it was a necessity. I ended up telling Greg all that had
happened with my family and her . He was well aware that she was
a subject that was not to be brought up, ever!
    “To Mac-Gentry! May it
develop into a force not to be reckoned with, so that it can bring
in the big bucks, and I can retire a fuckin’ millionaire!” Everyone
in the bar cheered enthusiastically.
    Knowing everyone there,
they knew what we had been striving for, nights that we would stop
by for a drink almost at closing time because we had been up
putting together presentations for investors. Timeless hours that
we weren’t sure if we would make it, so we’d just say ’fuck it’,
throw our hands up, and come get drunk. We had waited so long to
achieve our dreams, that now the time for celebration was at
hand.
    I always said that I
wanted to be the one who demanded, not the one who was being
demanded, well I was well on my way. Climbing that ladder one rung
at a time, and I was closing in on the top. I tipped the shot glass
back, and didn’t even taste the liquor going down, I just waited
for the burn.
    Thinking back to the night
that I made that promise, brought back a flood of images. It seemed
as though now a days, all I did was drink. I drank away my
thoughts, all those memories that would show themselves in my
nightmares. The only way to get rid of them was to let them follow
the same path the liquor did.
    I tried my hardest not to
think about the visions, the regrets that disturbed me every single
day of my, now pointless and meaningless life. I made myself endure
the emptiness inside, trailed by the loneliness for the sake of
never feeling what I felt the night I ended up losing
everything.
    It killed me to not allow
myself to go back, and at least make sure she was happy, but now…
shit! I knew at that time I wasn’t stable enough. I couldn’t have
gone down that road. I left that street the night she came home a
married woman, and I never went down it again.
    “Yo, Mikey!” I yelled to
the bartender. “Can I get a setup?”
    I held up my shot glass so
he would know what I was drinking that night. “Sure thing, Trev!”
he hollered back.
    “ Woohoo!” I heard Greg
yell from a table down the way. Seated in the middle of four or
five girls, that didn’t even look like they had finished college
yet.
    “Trev, come join us, ya
gotta hear this story! Hey ladies, that there is my business
partner, we just opened our own investment firm,”
    Rolling my eyes, I let out
a sigh. I knew where this was going to lead. Mikey set the four
shots down in front of me. Thanking him, I swiped up the first one
and tipped it back. Fuck, that sting was calming. Nothing made
everything better like the bite of whiskey. I finished off the
other three shots back to back, before asking Mikey to set me up
another round. Now that I had liquid courage and a clear mind, I
pushed my seat back and honed in on the girl that would fuck me
senseless tonight.

    “Yeah,” I moaned out,
“Shit, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
    Pushing her head towards
me, I