The Worst Thing About Me
Preface
The first time I saw Cain his eyes were stained red. We were at a show. People were hurdling themselves towards the stage and I was being crushed between warm bodies. They called it "weeding out the weak ones." The people who passed out were handed over our heads to make room and I was seeing black spots when he found me. He pulled me through the crowd and took me outside, where I heaved chicken quesadilla onto the sidewalk. It was the single nicest thing anyone had ever done for me.