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New Best Friend
It must have been four, four-thirty in the morning when Nicky came stumbling into our room – mine and Frankie's room. He's lucky Frankie was at this girlfriend's place. I could overlook the fact that Nicky was waking me up in a drunken fit; Frankie may not have been so forgiving.
I rolled over and checked the clock. "What's wrong, Nicky?"
Once more tripping over his feet, he plopped down on my bed and shook the mattress. "Tommy's such a fuckin' slob..." he slurred. "I can't take him anymore, Bob." Nick paused a moment before smirking. "I made a rhyme."
"You're a poet and you didn't know it." I laughed, earning a hard clap on the back from Nicky.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm pretty great sometimes, huh?"
"What'd'ya mean sometimes? You're always great."
Nicky's bloodshot, watery eyes stared at the bed as though fascinated by it. "Sometimes I don't think you guys appreciate me."
I thought for a moment how to phrase my statement. Deciding to be blunt, I said, "All of us, or just Tommy?" He didn't respond. "Is that why you do this to yourself?"
"The drinking!" I exhaled feeling very frustrated. "The endless line of women! You can't be getting satisfaction this way..."
"Oh, but I am." Nicky winked at me, but I rolled my eyes.
"The girl you brought back to your room last night..." I brought his dark eyes to mine. "Do you remember her name?"
He looked into the ceiling for a moment, pondering the previous night's events. "Which one?"
He had to be kidding. "You know you can't keep this up." I told him as my hand rested itself on his shoulder.
"I can and I will."
"No!" he shouted, causing my heart to force me backward. "You don't get it, Bob. I'm nothing to you guys –"
"You mean Tommy."
"I'm just the bass player. When I drink," he hit himself in the chest, "all that shit goes away; and when I meet a bunch of girls... all those times you kick me while I'm down,"
"They all disappear and I get some of my fuckin' confidence back."
"I'm just trying to help, Nicky."
He sighed and put his arm around me, which made me anxious – Nick was a violent drunk. "I know, and I appreciate it, Bob; but you have no idea why I am the way that I am... and you can't help me."
I paused for a moment before an idea came to me. "Do you want to switch rooms? You can stay with..."
"Nah," he hung his head and smirked at the floor. "I wouldn't want you or Frankie to have to deal with that."
"Thanks Nick, you're a classy guy... and a good friend."
"You too, Bob." Nick was about to get up when I sat him back down.
"At least stay tonight. Frankie's with Lorraine; there's an extra bed." I starred directly into Nick's eyes as if trying to convince him.
He sighed. "Yeah, yeah okay."
I don't know what it was, but I couldn't sleep. Nick's head hit the pillow and he was out. I knew we'd see him at noon the following day, but something about our talk made my insides turn. How could I be sure that he really didn't need my help and he'd be okay? The uncertainty was killing me. All I could do was cross my fingers and keep my thumping heart under control.