Three months after his painful breakup, poor Howie was still in a funk.
Lucia continued to cause no end of drama at his front door. She’d ‘washed her hands’ of him and of their daughter but she kept coming around.
Even complete strangers were not immune to her emotional rampages.
Howie knew he could call up a few buddies for the latest bad jokes and other moral support and on his good days, things were cool at the pool.
But on his bad days, Howie felt that his life was in the trash and all he could do was play the blues.