(Vatchi): Sotto, it's alright. You don't have to say anything now. Sometimes it is best to just listen. Let Jim talk on and on. It may help him. I guess it's helping him to let it out in whatever form.
I don't remember which hospital I was taken to. I don't remember how long I was there. I don't remember how I got to Jane's house, what I used for money, where I went, how I got there, how much time had passed.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Time passed, shit happened. Nothing happened. A jigsaw puzzle with half the pieces missing.
I hid in my disease so Bob couldn't find me. This makes no sense, I know. I guess I was delusional. I hid in my disease, a fortress against the reality of my potential murder.
I hid in my disease because I felt safe there. The safety of insanity.
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 31)
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