Either Run from It or Learn From It

The ride back was horrible. Not because of the slight upcharge or because he’d left a city he was beginning to fall in love with. But it was horrible because he was back empty-handed. He’d begged and borrowed favors and here he was the poorer for it. He was hollowed out. He’d kept his head down and done the right thing in the best way it was possible to do so and yet he was empty handed. He was not accustomed to failing. Yet in his book he had. He’d failed. No information. Nothing but overdue balances that needed squaring and no way to square them.



He however did have his neck on the line as it was. He settled into his chair and sighed. He really should check in with the Nest but he couldn’t bear to look into their eyes right now. He leaned back in his chair and thought. Really thought he went over everything he’d learned and then some. He analyzed every bit of information he could remember. He went over every bit of information he’d saved in his phone. He pored over it until he could begin reciting each conversation verbatim and yet there was something there he’d missed.



So his thoughts bombarding themselves into oblivion remaking themselves over and over. He did what was the few things available to him. He drank he drank nearly his entire weight and got a nice angry drunk on. It was a drunk that banged on the inside of his head until all that was left was the sound of the banging. A drunk that knocked everything over and stepped on the pieces insuring everything was broken. He absorbed the blows and continued to drink.