DRAMATICS WERE ALWAYS his favorite past time. This probably explained most of the reasoning, or lack thereof, for the man to be laid across the floor of Hal’s living room. An empty bottle, maybe two (he couldn’t remember) of the good wine was left on the coffee table, abandoned for the sake of self indulgence. “I’m telling you.” He insisted. “The view is better down here.” Or maybe the floor was his was of grounding himself so things stopped spinning. Either way, his grin was as insistent as it was charming. “Come on, old man, at least use it as an excuse to stay next to me.” Exaggerated gesture made to the unoccupied space next to him. @hal-monroe












