I was working at Barnes and Noble at the time of Brian’s disappearance. I felt bad for Mrs. Kirken because when she reported him missing she also reported that a substantial amount of her savings had disappeared as well. So now, Brian was looking at some theft charges and bill collectors were hounding her trying to get a hold of him since he had defaulted on some loans.
I felt especially bad because I was now able to see what I had done to my mother. So, when I saw Brian in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section of Barnes and Noble…well, shit went down.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I said pulling him into a corner. “Do you have any idea how worried your mother is? Where the hell have you been?”
Now, before we go any further, I need to explain something about myself. I am the clumsiest person I know – completely uncoordinated, no social tact or grace…I’m a mess. It took me about five years to learn how to ride a bike and even then I once crashed into a parked car and busted a dude’s headlight. I often wave to strangers that I mitake for people I know and I have no filter whatsoever. Back to the story…
Brian looked awful. I couldn’t tell if the holes in his shoes were from wandering the streets or if it was some sort of fashion statement I wasn’t in on. He was malodorous and obviously had not showered in the past seven days. He had lost weight too and I felt my heart break a little…he was obviously in a bad spot. I felt terrible until he said, “Do I know ya’, lassie?”…WITH THE WORST IRISH ACCENT I’VE EVER. FUCKING. HEARD.