`` well , yes , i am , it is true . '' i push my wet hair out of my face . he scowled and pushed his taped buddy holly glasses back up the bridge of his nose . i would n't have had a life without you anyway . as his left eye moved , so did the right - like a rolling marble of cloudy black . but , by the time he got home , whether from the hospital or straight from work , it was the only way he could numb himself . 