"Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God’s unwanted children? So be it!”
Dan laughed. Not the hollow laugh he normally has on nights like tonight. A real one. The sort he tried to reserve for his closest acquaintances.Â
“Will drink to that!” The technician knocked back the rest of his tequila. It was that sort of night. A lets-forget-we-exist-via-alcohol kind of night. But whoever this stranger was, they made him feel a little better.Â
Sure, his life was one shit show after the other. But here was someone like him. And he liked the way they thought. What did he have to prove to anyone? He’d made his choices and he refused to regret them He never believed in god anyway. So fuck it. Fuck. It.
“Fuck redemption and all that shit. Don’t need anyone’s approval.”
