It’s an all-class reunion. Porn That night as I slept, I dreamed about the night that my heart was broken twenty two years before. I only live an hour away from the University. I had not cried in nearly thirty years since the day my father died. It was from Jaime. I was 40 years old, divorced, paying a mortgage on a house that my ex-wife lived in with her flavor of the week, and up to my ears in debt thanks to her and her habit of spending a shitload on toys for them before I found out about her whoring around. “To be honest, Jaime, I’m not doing well.”
“I know, Paul.
