Even thought Emerson was saying all these things, it was like a foreign language to the kid. How in the fuck was he worth anything of he was having sex? He sighed and leaned back into his chair. Could he do that? Could he stop all the sex for money and all the binge drinking? Would Emerson be really willing to do this with and for him?
"Are you sure you want to give up smoking? I mean smoking is great when there is nothing else to, never been one of my favorite things, along with drugs." He shrugged and looked at the drink in his hand. His last one...could he really do this? Could he give up on what had got him through most of his growing up life? "What if I fall of the wagon, or you do? What do we do then?" Even now Lucien just wanted to take that bottle and chug it.