The Secret – 3

I somehow caught a cab.

Somehow reached the apartment.

The fact that Marty was dead was so hard to accept, especially sitting in his apartment, surrounding by his things.

Julie was a mess, but I couldn’t comfort her. I was a mess myself.

I don’t know where I was, what I said.I was just sitting somewhere, couldn’t see anything. Someone was holding me…some friend of a friend….

Then Marty’s mother came. I don’t know what happened it was all a blur.

Yeah I was so drunk and high and twisted I probably couldn’t write my name, so I can’t accurately recall how long I was at Julie’s place, who else was there, anything.  I don’t even recall how I got back to my place. Everything about that evening/night/morning is a complete blur.


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