Diary of a Bad Boy(112)

Me.

The fuck-up from Killarney with no future.

The frat boy from Yale with no hope.

The biggest whiskey-slugging, Guinness-guzzling eejit in New York City with no substance.

She said yes to me. I still don’t know how I was able to convince her to date me in the first place, let alone marry me, but I know one thing’s for sure: it has to be the luck of the Irish.

Roark