October 26, 2003
I'm broke down in L'ville. Too many secrets. Too many private things . Not my business. No, not really. Just the things that everybody needs to know. Just to carry on. Escaping into the vodka and the times. I'm so tired of all the disappointment I could cry. Yeah sure. You're my friend. And everybody else's too it seems. It's nothing I haven't dealt with before. But it hurts this time like I can't tell you. If I'm right, it's all over. Probably a big relief for you. If I'm wrong, then I'll just feel like a fool, and be happy.