Garret

I never cared much for love or women. I had women, so many but they were just there to satisfy my desires. I was the life of a party, and I lived for myself. I was going home on one Saturday night, running away from all the females that were hovering over me and trying to take advantage of drunk me when a woman hit my car. I grabbed the door open and stepped out, staggering a little as I was still drunk. 

" Why the fuck was she running into the middle of the road," I murmured. I ...