It takes a strong person to admit when their wrong. It takes an even stronger person not to whine when they get imprisoned on someone else’s behalf. Which brings me to today’s predicament. I am Dorian Grey, not to be mistaken for the book character that went insane over his portrait. Even though like him I’m quite a charmer, I can say with complete clarity that I’m definitely not him.
“This is inhumane! Isn’t it a polite courtesty to offer me a phone call!” I said, my accent flowing through my words no doubt a cause of either my frustration or perhaps, the vast amount of alcohol that was currently flowing though my veins.