Beer and Cigarettes

Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira

"So then for how long have these nightmares been going on for?" Rob blew smoke from the cigarette through his nose as he leaned back on the rocking chair. 

"I think soon after the accident," I clenched my jaw, "He didn't tell me either, I sort of had to find out."

He shook his head as he let out a sigh. "Bobby always been too much of a man to admit he was struggling. I don't even see why, I once got chased by a bull and gave me nightmares for weeks on end. I could not imagine going through what he went through and come out completely fine."I took a drag of the cigarette and pressed the heels of my palm against my eyes in stress. The one disadvantage about me was I did not have the emotional capacity to understand truly what Bobby was going through, because I had grown up around violence.