Adam
My body is a temple
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
But I don't believe in God
So knock it down and build me something new
If it were a different moment, Adam would have laughed at hearing Amalia swear. As it was he just nodded, knowing that there was little one could say to the story he had just told. It had been the worst day of his life, and he kept it tightly under lock and key because it didn't convey at all the image he wanted for himself; untouchable, cool, someone who breezed through life and had never seen pain.
"Huh? Oh." He hadn't expected her to ask him to go on, but he wiped at his eyes then spoke again. "Well, I guess Heidi, who uh...was my girlfriend then, heard about it. And she came and got me...y'know...it should be funny. She used a pole they used to wash the windows to get me off the grate, but I can't laugh at it." He sighed, wishing the absurd image would bring any joy to the whole memory. "Then she took me back to her place and sewed me up."
What followed afterwards he did not remember very well, because he had been very determined to forget it. It had been a journey into the bottoms of barrels and the filthiest gutters, black out drunk as long as he was awake and with constant rings of red around his eyes. "I was...kinda fucked up, after that, for a while...which is probably why I ended up getting married at the end of it." He stuck his tongue out, mimicking being sick, showing just how good of an idea that had been.
