Nothing More

No idea where this is going, but I wanted to get a version of it down while it was fresh in my head. Names are changed, but the first couple bits are true.

There were three of us in that Home Ec class, three guys that is. Kelly knew he was going to die soon anyway, so he hung himself in an attic in New Orleans, and last I heard Rick was downstate doing eight to ten for manslaughter.

Me?

I guess I'm the winner of the group, tending bar at dive in Hokkaido where we sell rotgut sake, instant noodles, and broken-down whores to Russian sailors who are too blitzed to give a fuck.