In a dream

'I had a dream, Eric. And this was not it. I never wanted to be in your place, but I had hoped for a life more acceptable than running from the headhunters. I'm not a good kid Eric. I mean, we never have been good kids, but growing up made it that much worse. See, we're a selfish lot. Us, our neighborhood, our breed. Beyond selfish are my mistakes. See Eric, this is my long overdue drunken confession to a brother.'

'You're not bad little one.'

I can only really laugh at this. What of me does Eric really know? We haven't spoken in years.

'Not true brutha. I don't focus, I run. I don't love, I run.'

I only bring up love because Eric's been flashing around his wallet full of photos of his new girl and kid. Sentiment and alcohol have never been good to me.

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So, Eric, the best I can figure it's about the girl.
Girls.
Right, yes. The girls. Plural. I'm an asshole.
Yes.
Yes.
So, you took a girl from the sons of each side, Russ, Uptown Irish, and I-tals. Wifes, nonetheless. You stole the hearts of their wives-
And daughters.
Okay, their wives and daughters. And with the hearts, I imagine there was a bit of cash as well, eh?
A bit, yeah.
You are an asshole.

I can only laugh at this. It's true. I guess I should have put it all together on my own, but honestly, some of these girls (and their mothers) just slip my mind. Really, none of them were really worth this much of a fight. But then, I would say that, wouldn't I?