Weird, isn’t it? That the house you’ve grown up in, known for the majority of your life, is suddenly going to be someone else’s?
It really isn’t you. I swear. Although you did say your ex-girlfriend was a little nutty at dinner the other evening, which pissed me off, but it still isn’t you.
It was around 1:30am on a Friday night when I ran into my old flame. We hadn’t spoken in months, since the huge fight in the basement of my building.