Re: Sam A/Louis D/Iris R
You're not home? He said you'd be home. I can't deal with this shit, Iris. I'm scared fucking shitless. Me and Joey spent the entire fucking night knocking on doors, Lou was worried fucking sick, and you knew it, and you didn't care. You fucking knew it. And you don't give a shit. You LEFT, knowing I was on my way there. I can't handle this. I fucking can't. Lou can deal with this. Fuck it. I can't, ok? Fuck it. Fuck IT.