Everything wrong with me

"Man Mr. Harkins, I feel like shit."

"Late night Ray?"

We sat on the porch. I had on gray sweatpants and  a hoodie. Mr Harkins was wearing old trousers and a stained wife beater without shoes.

"Sure was. I sat in the living room writing Melissa a letter."

"Oh yeah, what about?"

"How I hate her and want her to die."

"Oh"