Rich/aka Ricky

Earlier

Even the closed door won’t deafen the vibrating bass shaking the walls of our apartment. There’s no sense telling Max to turn down the music. I learned that fight wasn’t worth my breath. Besides, I’ve rarely won that argument since we first moved in together. Truth be told, I prefer the music to what it’s hiding. Max Brenner and I met at Foot Locker, the store in the mall where I work part time. ...