![]() The best predictor of the future, as no shortage of lip-pursing therapists, exfoliated authors, and grouchy relationship coaches murmur and scold, is the past. Might this time be different? Probably not. Each had known love, and it had brought them debt, dead friends, hungry dogs, addiction, dreams that seemed to curdle and recede every day. It was August 21, 2007, and Judi Rothenberg and Dominic LoPresti were both too old and too damaged to believe that love conquered all. “Watching this hot guy put my bike on my car rack,” she said. While he was lifting her bike onto the rack on top of her car, a friend of the junkie’s telephoned. “Well, that’s scary,” his friend replied. “I just met the female version of myself,” he said. Soon the house would be worth $19,000.Īfter he met the junkie, the wrench called his best friend. ![]() It squatted at the end of a cul-de-sac in a sketchy neighborhood that she was betting would get better. She was 37 years old and had sunk her life savings into a brick, one-story two-bedroom house for herself and her dogs. She was estranged from her wealthy father, caring for two large Dobermans, wondering what she was going to do with her life, and dating four guys a week, not loving any of them. To take her mind off past mistakes and worries about the future, and to avoid another trip to the hospital-to calm herself-she had recently taken up endurance sports. The Fuck Off tattoo on her right ankle didn’t help. The junkie had left high school early, dropped out of college, been hospitalized, released, hospitalized again, arrested twice, lasted at a corporate job for seven years where she never felt like she quite fit in. He isn’t capable of what he used to be.” The wrench was 34 years old and he lived with his mother. One, you’re going to shoot it.”) and dreaming of a comeback in a nearly forgotten sport.Ĭhronically restless, reckless, a once and future heavy drinker, a recovering crackhead, the wrench calmed himself by watching Sylvester Stallone movies and the filmic Batman oeuvre, particularly “when he’s old and he’s out of his prime. A former bodybuilder, former break dancer, and soon-to-be former bartender who, as a child, had dreamed of becoming a hairdresser, his most consuming passions now were raising pit bulls (“If you’ve got a really game pit bull, there are only three ways you’re going to get it to let go of another dog. Nearly every one of the wrench’s girlfriends (he was seldom without one) had blossomed into a fiancée not too long before she shriveled into an ex. ![]() A deep voice that made something in her chest hurt. ![]() She had never been so great at telling them apart. “You must be the triathlete,” the wrench said. The wrench had never seen such noble calves. He had heard about her calves, about her, but still. A tragedy launched by innocence and good intentions. ![]()
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