[Richie didn't have the benefit of tabloids and badly written jokes to remember Eddie. Of course, he lived life looking for what was missing but searching for the unknown and actually knowing were two totally different things.
The water shocks him, but not enough to get him sitting upright yet. No, he curls up in the lawn chair and slaps his chest until he finds his glasses. There are crunched up cans, bottles, solo cups. The place had been loaded just hours before. Packed with bodies, booze, and music.
With red-rimmed eyes, he squints through the frames at the guy in front of him once he has his glasses back on his face.]
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The water shocks him, but not enough to get him sitting upright yet. No, he curls up in the lawn chair and slaps his chest until he finds his glasses. There are crunched up cans, bottles, solo cups. The place had been loaded just hours before. Packed with bodies, booze, and music.
With red-rimmed eyes, he squints through the frames at the guy in front of him once he has his glasses back on his face.]
Can I fucking help you?