Publisher's Synopsis
Monroe, my best friend, was staying in Chicago with Kennedy, his girlfriend, until the tour started back up, so I really didn't have a damn thing to do this week. And that was nice. It had been a while since my schedule allowed for a week of watching TV on my couch and eating home cooked meals. Even if it meant preparing those meals myself. I wasn't a big cook, but when I was home on break, I always xed my own food. On the road, we ate out all the time, so it was nice to cook at home when I was here. Since I had grabbed
groceries on the way home yesterday, I was going to whip up a nice breakfast. I got out a skillet and fried a couple eggs and bacon, then made some toast to go with it and nished it o with a tall glass of milk. Perfect. Right as I was about to kick back to see what was on TV, my phone rang. Monroe. "Hey man. Sick of being around Kennedy and her family already?"
