By the end of this story I was praying that Ziggy would just push his self centered, blinder wearing, hunched shouldered, perpetually crying, 35 year old emo-kid, narcissistic ass out in to traffic and just be done with it. Seriously, screw Lee. Screw Lee and his moping woe is me over a woman who probably would have dumped his stifling ass had she lived. The fact that Ziggy carried a torch for him for 15+ years is the only part of the story that made me sad. Searching back in my mind, I am at a loss to find a main character whom I hated with a deeper passion.
However,
Please tell me more about the horror world that the radio kept hinting at! I kept waiting and waiting, hoping there was something right around the corner, but no, nothing but simpering Lee and his pathetic corpse-humping modus operandi.
By the tenth year, any friend who really loved him would have bear-maced him every time he started to get all hitchy or butthurt.... staring off with weepy remembrance at "the intersection" They sell bear-mace in containers roughly the size of a small fire extinguisher, which should be roughly enough for someone who had to endure his perpetual BS for that long to extract a small bit of satisfaction through the act.
That said, if this story managed to get such a vitriolic reaction out of me, it can't be considered by myself to be a BAD story. I just found myself riding such a feel-good high from Midnight Blue, only to be torn down to the miserable world of Lee.
Edit: "Lee" is actually "Liam" however he remains possibly the most insufferable douche ever to walk the face of the earth. Ever. Like before recorded history, up til now.