Taking out the trash

Marek doesn’t want to admit that the problems we have are due, not to my love of beer, but almost exclusively to his being an ungrateful asshole. Today was a case in point. He’d seemed relatively happy the last couple of days — horny and jocular. I could tell when he got up this morning, however, that he wasn’t in the best of moods. Who the fuck knows why. He’d been out all night and came home at 6 . . .

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