May 19, 2014
My performance for Emma on Saturday night happened. This is my story about that.
I was nervous and I wasn’t sure why, but it was almost debilitating. I went separately from Howard and the rest of the guys. Separately from everyone, even Cola. I just needed to be alone. That felt good at first, not being around a bunch of people going, “are you ok? you’ll be all right. don’t worry about it, it’ll be awesome.” But then once I realized I was alone with myself, I knew I was in trouble. On the way to Sharly’s store, I stopped at the liquor store and got a bottle of vodka. I wasn’t planning on…
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