Me: I wanted to tell you to your face, but the weather’s conspiring against us. Her: Can I ask why? Me: I don’t wanna waste your time – anyone’s really. I’m not your person and everyone should be with their person. Her: Is it the other girl? Or your ex? Me: That’s a distinction without a difference. Her: I always did like how you talked. (later) Goodbye, Logan.
I hate being single.
On the plus side, Chad came by to coach Mouse and me on some new stuff that he’s been working on. They both said hi to the boy via FaceTime.
This is us listening to him sing the Rolling Stones.
She and I took Chad out to eat as part of thanking him for the training.
We also chipped in to get him a nice automatic watch.
Him: Wow, thanks you two. Me: We wanted to give it to you after COVID for always helping us but who knows when that will ever be?
Afterward, she stuck around for a bit to catch up. In a weird but kinda cool nexus, Lviv wrote me about another guy she was seeing.
Mouse, upon hearing some of it, took my phone and gave her her opinion via text.
Mouse: You don’t need that in your life. You can find something better.
If there’s any commonality to the women I’m attracted to, it’s that they’re all universally kind. That’s a baseline requirement for me.
And all – very coincidentally – seem to come from the same European country.
Him: Wait, this is a new person? Me: Yes. From the same town as one of them. Him: Wha…how…are you finding them on purpose? Me: How do you think I’m accomplishing that? Him: I dunno, Logan. I feel if there’s someone that can figure something like that out, it’d be you.
Do you remember when I gave you that three-step PSA on how to apologize?
The words: “I’m sorry.”
Some manifestation of contrition: “I feel awful about what I did; there’s no excuse.”
Some overt act to try make things right again: “I’ll make it up to you. Let’s go to counseling.”
Think about Michel Scott from The Office: He’s lonely because he regularly hurts people but he can’t seem to do Steps 2 or 3. He can barely do 1.
The actress that played Pam said that she broke down twice while filming the episode where you saw why Michael was Michael.
[Michael is] asked what he wants to be when he grows up and he says, ‘I want to be married and have 100 kids, so I can have 100 friends and no one can say no to being my friend.’…This is when I had to turn off the episode.
I get it. I always make excuses for other people’s shitty behaviour.
But I submit that a lotta lonely people are the ones that don’t understand that apologies are a three-step process.
And the loneliest ones are the ones that not only don’t understand this, they’re the ones that double-down; they make the situation worse, so that there’s no coming back.
As much as possible, I make this blog about me. But screw it, I’m in a writing mood for reasons I’ll tell you about tomorrow. Lemme tell you about something on my mind lately.
I have an acquaintance that does Step 1: He apologizes for things, but that’s it. He never feels bad about what he did (Step 2), and, not only doesn’t do Step 3 either – try to make it better – he always doubles-down.
For example, he was always talking about his female “best friend.” While I know the girlfriend, I finally met the “best friend” at a party one night and she told me, “We’re not best friends, we barely talk. He’s just always been infatuated with me.”
The thing is, she might’ve once legitimately’ve been a close friend. But that stopped when he got jealous one day and bailed on her in a foreign country.
Two years later, he ran into her and did Step 3 – by pretending everything was fine – but never he did steps 1 and 2. The thing is, he caused an injury to that relationship that never healed. And now, never will. Too much time has passed.
Full disclosure – the best friend was honestly quite nice. And oblivious that the acquaintance was going around town calling her his best friend.
But it was only after we finally met that I realized that her being his best friend was all just a ruse; he told everyone that because he just wanted an excuse to be around her, even when he was dating other people, just in case an opportunity arose for him.
The opportunity actually happened – after a decade – when he got drunk and made a sloppy pass at his best friend at this party.
With his girlfriend there.
And the best friend’s boyfriend there as well.
The girlfriend demanded that he finally admit that they weren’t best friends and to defriend all the rando women that he kept picking up. That’s a whole different story.
Not only did he not apologize and not defriend anyone, he doubled-down and broke up with her.
How’s that for a kick in the head?
I guess everyone – him, his girlfriend, the mythical best friend, and everyone that saw him make this drunken pass at the party – finally knew what only he knew: He didn’t love his girlfriend and had been holding a torch for his supposed best friend the entire time. Ten years.
Why do I care? Well, I hate injustice.
But I also hate this whole situation because it goes against everything I know to be true; men and women can – and should – be friends. But people like this screw it up for the rest of us.
I feel bad for his ex, she wasted three years of her life with him. She loved him completely, and her life story would break your heart.
Me riding past the Hudson Yards and The Shed.
See, she actually supported the dude while he was a struggling student and one day, he won this prize. Instead of giving it to her, he ended up giving it to this random girl he met just a few weeks earlier.
Even when the girlfriend found out about the prize, she still stayed with him because he had an admittedly rough life, just like Michael Scott.
And she was madly in love with him. He literally bragged to people that he went on this date with this girl. It was hilarious to him. He showed me a text where he wrote his best friend, “At least I squeezed in two dates before I got caught.”
Like I said, he never apologizes and can’t help but double-down.
It’s a goddamn shame.
I mean, she’s an idiot, but it’s still a goddamn shame. That kind of loyalty and love is rare; if you’re lucky enough to find someone that’s always on your side, you should protect it with all you got.
Education’s expensive though. At least she finally learned and moved on. To quote one of my exes, Everyone’s got a red line.
This is getting super long, so I’ll finish it up tomorrow. I got a lotta time on my hands to think. And write.
Speaking of female friends, I just finished writing this when KG Betty wrote me.
We’ve known each other a decade as well. I crashed at her place a buncha times and she at mine. Never kissed her or anything ever. I just don’t get how other people live. For serious.
Cause, my relationship with KG Betty is valuable to me, I won’t jeopardize that for something stupid.
Her: Finally! I heard you got sick, I was worried about you. Me: It’s good to hear from you. How’s life in Korea? Her: (laughing) Much better than where you are, Logan. You guys are in trouble.
One of the last conversations I had before COVID-19 hit was with a lawyer.
I’d gone to his office and one of his co-workers was stupid attractive. We walked out together.
Me: Hard to believe someone could be that attractive and that successful. Him: She kind of annoys me, actually. She’s always dressing way too inappropriately for work. Me: (stopping) Wait, you just a had a kid, yeah? Him: Yeah, why? Me: Well, there’s a weird quirk in relationships where couples in secure, happy relationships get turned off by third parties like attractive people, because they view it as a threat to what they consider the most valuable thing they have, the relationship. Him: Whoa, that’s it exactly.
Think that’s why I never came close to cheating on anyone I’ve ever dated. I just never had an interest.
My buddy swears he saw me kissing someone at Mouse’s birthday party. But that’s just not in my nature. Other people are fine with it but then again, they reap what they sow, I suppose.
I may be a womanizer but, when it comes to an actual relationship, I’m all in.
Alison’s best friend was this guy named Shawn. She cut him off completely when he said something rude about me. I remember being so flattered and she just thought it was weird that I made such a big deal about it.
Me: He was your best friend. Her: (rolls eyes) You’re my best friend, Logan.
Full disclosure, when Alison got sick, Shawn somehow found out about it and still sent her a large check to try and help. It’s hard to dislike someone that is nice to someone you love.
To know her was to love her.
On a related matter, I got a really sweet email the other day from one of Alison’s grad school buddies.
ABFF: Oh, her? I’m surprised because I recall that she was in love with a guy that was in love with Alison. Me: (laughing) Alison never told me that and this girl certainly didn’t mention it. Her: Yeah, she was jealous and maybe even had a fight with Alison over this guy? Because everyone always had some sort of real or hidden crush on Alison and so she was jelly Me: I believe it.
My son was once going to be named Jack.
But this guy Jack kept asking her out, even when she said she and I were dating so that ruined the name for both of us. She told him to knock it off at this Halloween party with the ABFF; Alison actually shoved him against the wall.
I remember thinking I wanted to yell, “Yeah that’s right, she’s with me!” But I figured that would be too douchey.
I always liked the name Jack. I named one of the main characters in my book Jack because I liked it so much.
Spoke to Rain recently as well.
Him: You need to find someone that thinks you’re great. Like, I look at my wife and worry that I’m in a dream and I’ll wake up and find out it’s all imaginary. Me: You know how you know this is real? I’m in it. And you hate me. Him: (laughs) Me: I don’t think people are lucky enough to find someone that thinks you’re made of awesome twice in life. I know I’m not the greatest thing on the planet; it’s just nice when someone thinks you are. We both married up. Him: (nodding) Definitely. We definitely did.
Me: I’ve never had anyone in my life that wanted to hang out with me 24/7. Katsmw: He’s your son! Me: Yeah, but still…
While I don’t like publicly complaining about any one person, I have to say that the boy is probably the worst roommate I’ve ever had. And I’ve had roommates for longer than you’ve probably been alive.
Granted, I was never a perfect roommate. But I’m still better than the kid is.
He rarely, if ever, cleans up after himself and even something as simple as scrambled eggs transmogrifies to a mess of ginormous proportions. And he just leaves it there because he knows I’ll eventually clean it up.
On that note, he’s never offered to cook – ever – for me, instead he: (a) constantly asks what’s for dinner and then (b) refuses to eat whatever we’ve previously agreed upon.
Him: I don’t want to eat this. Me: YOU JUST ASKED ME TO MAKE IT! Him: I just want milk.
On the rare nights we go out, he’s never even made the attempt to offer to pay. I’m not saying that he’s not offered to pay (which he hasn’t) he doesn’t even make the attempt to offer to pay.
Literally, the check will come and he’ll just look at me blankly.
Me: (looking at check) Should I get that? Him: OK, papa! Me: (muttering) Not really what I was getting at, but sure…
This isn’t just limited to food. Groceries, utilities, even the mortgage itself; not only doesn’t he offer to help with anything – anything – he doesn’t even say thanks when I cover things for both of us.
Which I do. Every time.
Me: You didn’t say, “thank you.” Him: Thank you, papa! Me: I shouldn’t have to keep reminding you! Him: (laughing) Sorry, papa.
I will say that he does offer to help around the house, to his credit. But this is outweighed by the fact that, he almost always makes more work for me. Cabinet doors are open for no reason whatsoever…
Me: Why is this open? Him: I don’t know. Me: YOU’RE THE ONE THAT OPENED IT!
…lights are left on…
Me: Please turn off the lights if you’re not going to be in the room. Him: Why papa? Me: BECAUSE WE’RE NOT MADE OF MONEY!
…even the toilet isn’t flushed. Who doesn’t flush the toilet? Oh, wait, I know, my roommate.
Me: Did you flush? Him: It’s too loud. Me: Oh, for goodness sakes…
Finally, and this is admittedly petty, he thinks he’s hilarious but I’ve yet to get a single joke he’s made. Not a one.
Him: Why did the chicken cross the house? Me: I don’t know, why did the chicken cross the house? Him: To get over the roof! Me: (shaking head)
Instead of helping around the house, you know what he does? He spends every free moment working on his “art.” Seriously, I could do better than this – what is this even supposed to be?!
Worst. Roommate. Ever.
Him: Papa? Me: Yeah? Him: (quietly) I love you. And mommy. To the moon and back. Me: (sigh) I love you too, kid. Go to sleep. When you turn 14, you better start bringing home a paycheck. Him: (sleepily) OK, papa. See you tomorrow. Me: See you tomorrow. (shuts door and smiles)
He was a super nice guy and we chatted briefly about Phobe Cates, a crush I had growing up. A woman overheard and said that she set up Phobe Cates with her now husband, Kevin Klein. She tried to set me up with her kid but that didn’t work out, as told in the link above.
Anywho, I thanked him for the chat and he said he enjoyed it. Dunno if he was just being polite but I appreciated it.
93 – that’s a good number. I’ll take that today if I could.
RIP, James. You were a nice fella.
Location: Our pad, with open cabinets, egg on the floors, and the cutest damn kid on the UWS
Mood: tired
Music: I’ll help you if you’ll help me
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Before Rain moved out into the middle of nowhere, we had a convo about a decade ago that went something like this:
Me: Got a job offer; six-figures, cushy work work times, assistant, the whole nine. Rain: You and I are like the only ones left here that eat-what-we-kill. We survive because of our reputations and our work. You take that job, and you’re just like every other working stiff in this city. Me: Maybe I should take it. Grow up. Him: And take a 9-to-5? Man, that kinda stuff kills people like us. We’re not cut out for that.
Didn’t take it. In hindsight, I made the right decision.
Both Rain and I worked with the old Guilani-before-he-lost-his-goddamn-mind credo: Under-promise and over-deliver.
In the past five weeks, booked the equivalent of half-a-year’s salary of work. It’s part of why I kept getting sick; been working non-stop every single day, when I’m not rolling or taking care of the kid.
I feel honored, in a way, that I’m trusted with the level of work required of me. I’m just a dude that works mainly from home – heading into the office or court only when there’s no way for me to avoid it.
But, for the most part, my clients just shoot me an email – or even a text – tell me what they want, I tell them a price, and a few days later, money appears in my bank account.
This is the link for Renaissance Technologies. If you click it, you’ll get to their really boring and drab website. Looks kinda like the thing some college kid woulda cooked up in 1999 for a website.
The thing is, Renaissance Technologies is a hedge fund that essentially figured out how to beat the market – way back in 1982. Since then – after working out some kinks – every dollar you put in, returned you $0.66. Year-in, year-out. For the past 38 years.
Put it this way, if you put in $1,000 in 1988, you’d have $6,658,106,371.09 today. That’s $6 billion from a $1,000 investment.
Pretty insane for a shitty little website like that, yeah? No, you can’t open an account there; it’s been closed to new investors since 1993.
I like that Renaissance looks so crappy. Like I said, there are people that have known me decades that don’t know much about me. There are things I’ve not told you yet about my life, which is why it’s so interesting when I meet someone from a possible past.
At the end of the day, all we are are our reputations and our work product. No matter what it is we do.
Although it’s probably best if you keep your personal reputation and your professional one separate.
Her: OK, I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you this. The client…she’s…she’s insanely hot. Me: Wait, what? Her: (sighing) She’s insanely hot. (facing me) Listen, Logan. Do NOT do…what you do…with the client. Me: (dismissively) What are you talking about? I’m a professional. Don’t be ridiculous. (door opens, client walks in) Her: (to client) Hello! This is my associate… Me: (interrupting, holding out hand) Logan. Her: Logan! Client: (laughs, takes hand) Logan? Me: (nodding) Logan. So nice to finally meet you. I like your white nail polish. Now, let’s talk about this problem you’re having – how can I help?
All of that’s just fun and games.
Real life is much more pedestrian: The boy’s been away so I’ve been catching up on sleep, cleaning, and going to the gym – sometimes twice in one day, for no real reason.
Her: What are you doing here? Don’t you usually come in the daytime? Me: Usually. But the boy’s away so I thought I’d come at night too. Her: Why? Me: (shrugging) You’re a bright girl. I’m sure you can figure it out. Grab a drink? Her: (laughing) This is a bad idea. Me: (nodding) For sure.
OK, maybe it’s not completely pedestrian.
Location: another gym, trying not to get stabbed
Mood: rested
Music: don’t let go of me
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It’s no great secret to say that a lotta people hated my old coach.
He knew it as well when he couldn’t figure out who, of his former students, tried to shut down his business.
Him: Was it you? Me: I’m a lawyer. If I wanted you shut down, you’d be shut down. Plus, I’d want you to know it was me. (pause) You know both these things I’ve just said are true.
Wasn’t me because I was too busy trying not to kill myself and raise my son.
As I write these words, I’m amazed he thought he anything mattered enough to me to even bother. I think I was still sleeping with a bottle of rum next to me those days.
Plus, I never reached hate so much as pity and disappointment.
But I realized recently exactly what it was about him that bothered people on a visceral level while my son was watching Daniel Tiger: I don’t think that he ever learned how to properly apologize.
An apology consists of three steps:
The words: “I’m sorry.”
Some manifestation of contrition: “I feel awful about what I did; there’s no excuse.”
And then some overt act to try make things right again.
Whenever he did anything untoward, he would either blame the other person, not mention it, or – and this was the best we could hope for – perhaps offer to buy us a lunch (step 3).
Don’t recall Steps 1 and 2 ever happening. Spoke to a few other former students and they agreed with me.
The last time we spoke, I asked him how he could be ok with so many people hating him – enough that someone was willing to ruin his life and business. He said he was fine with it.
That blew my mind.
Don’t mind being ignored – I wished for that as a kid. But to be hated so deeply by so many people who have known you for years shows a level of sociopathy that I don’t want anything to do with.
Who wants to be friends with someone that’s so ok with being hated?
Then again, I didn’t leave so much as I was asked to leave. In a very teenage sorta way:
Me: Wait, are you kicking me out? Him: I’m not kicking you out, I just don’t think this is the gym for you. Me: So, you’re kicking me out. Him: No, I just don’t think this is the gym for you. Me: So, I can come when one of the other instructors are here? Him: No. It’s not a good fit.
You see, he told the Gymgirl/Mouse that if she dated anyone in the gym, he would kick the male out. If nothing else, he follows through.
This is despite the fact that she was a full-grown 28 year-old adult with brothers and a living father (which I only mention because it seems he thinks a male must be part of a female’s decision-making process). No matter, he knew best and he would make decisions on her personal life for her and she had no say.
It’s a special form of sexism that I, as a womanizer and a feminist, found repulsive. He called it chivalry.
I’ve always believed you don’t treat someone differently because they were or weren’t born with a particular organ.
You certainly don’t make decisions about their personal life if you’re being paid monthly to provide a service.
Mentioned this to my cousin, another former student, the other day.
Her: Wait, he said that? That’s so gross. I hate that. Me: You and me both.
He never apologized to Mouse, or me, or anyone else for his poor behaviour. I wonder if it bothers him in the least.
Then again, we think he’s a sociopath so probably not.
I’m always surprised how many people have opinions on how two other consenting adults live their lives.
Oh well, not my circus, not my monkeys…
Here’s a picture of us just because I’m being petty. And she looks pretty in it.
I’m doing only a little work these days and yet it still manages to overwhelm me at times. Whatever work I do has to be interesting and challenging enough to keep me engaged for something more than just a paycheck.
Of course, it’s nice to talk to adults from time-to-time. Well, nice for me at least….
Me: …so that was the Battle of Vienna. It’s the reason why Europe’s Christian and not Muslim and is also a great example of how, when you lose your primary weapon – in this case, cannons – it’s better to bail than pour good assets after bad. Which is my point. Him: Honestly, how do you know all this ____? Me: (shrugging) We’re all given 24 hours to spend. It’s how you spend it that makes us different. For me, the choice is between self-improvement and mental masturbation. Him: (laughing) You roll around on the ground with sweaty dudes all day, I’m not sure you should be one to talk about mental masturbation. Me: I don’t like to run or lift weights. Wrestling’s the most economical way, in terms of raw time, for me to be physically fit. Him: You’re the strangest dude I’ve ever met. Me: Mission accomplished, then.
Went out to NJ this past Saturday and met up with an ex again.
Afterward, I went to a birthday party for a gym friend but rang up Mouse ahead of time.
Me: Free for a drink beforehand? Her: (pause) Sure.
We ended up showing up late and leaving late.
There’s more to alla that, but that’s all I wanna share right now.
Life surprises me, almost always in ways I don’t like. Still, the occasional nice surprise happens here and there.
The boy, meanwhile, is always surprising me. Suppose time will tell if they’re ultimately good or bad.
Teacher: (in Irish accent) Mr. Lo, I have to tell you: In 11 years of teaching, I’ve never had a three-year old student read before and certainly, nothing like your son does. Every book I pulled out – even up to third grade level – he could read. I honestly don’t know what to do because he’s so far ahead of any child I’ve ever seen. Me: He must take after his mom. Her: Your son should be in the gifted and talented program. We may have to send him to another grade for reading. Me: (shaking head) I don’t want that. I don’t want that for him. Her: Why? Me: Because…because it’s lonely. (long pause) It’s terribly lonely to be so different. I know it too well. (agitated) I don’t want that for him. To be so different from everyone else. Her: (gently) You might not have a choice, Mr. Lo.
It’s funny; every time I go through a bad breakup, I feel the need to be social but not serious.
After my last breakup, I always only hung out with women where I knew nothing could happen. Suppose it’s something related to what Caligirl said.
I’m not quite ready to actively date right now, because I know what dating’s like and what I’m like.
Him: Why don’t you turn it on? Me: When most people turn it on, it’s like trying to drink out of a garden hose. When I turn it on, it’s like trying to drink out of a fire hose. It’s just my nature . Him: What’s wrong with that? Me: My rule was always to try and leave people better off having met me than not. That was a lotta people. But not everyone. I don’t like having to tell someone that I’m not their fella. I didn’t like hurting people. Plus, it’s shit out there.
What I’m more interested in is being part of society again: Dinner parties, art exhibits, ridic crazy parties with RE Mike, etc.
To this end, I rang up two women that I just barely knew.
Me: I want you know that I always have two rules for my female social friends: (a) I will never hit on you and (b) I will try to help you out with any dude you’re interested in when we’re out and about. I’ve never broken those two rules, ever. Faye: Those rules sound great! I am newly single as of a week ago so I just want friends
There was another girl that we’ll call Anne just turned 21 that’s a gym buddy of mine so I took her out for drinks.
We all ended up at Solas with some of my buddies until late at night and then moved to a hooka bar where I refused to have any hooka.
Me: My dad just died from lung cancer so, no. (thinking) Man, I’m a downer out and about. Let’s drink.
While I didn’t hit on either of them, my friends – one in particular – had no such problem.
Him: (hands her his phone) Faye, why don’t you go and punch your number and name into it and I’ll give you a ring one of these days. Faye: (laughs, does so)
Faye and Anne came back to mine. I offered for Anne to stay over.
Me: Your safe as houses here if you wanna crash. You’d get brekkie and a toothbrush. Her: You’re great! But I think I can get back ok. Me: Then I’ll walk you to the subway.
After she left, Faye and I sat on the stoop and chatted as she waited for a car.
Her: Thanks for inviting me out. I had a great time. You and your friends are fun. Me: Thanks. We try.
I gave her a hug and walked the five steps into my apartment. I remember sitting on that stoop with another girl 20 years ago but that’s a story for another time.
I haven’t really been alone for … well over a decade? Maybe longer than that.
I’m kinda looking forward to being single and social. And being a dad to this awesome kid.
My life’s on repeat, although, there are some nuanced changes.
Somehow, I always survive… even when I don’t wanna.
Which is not to say that there aren’t some unexpected pleasantries here and there.
Her: What are your thoughts on nerdy but hot brunettes? Me: I have extremely positive thoughts on nerdy but hot brunettes. Her: Oh, I always thought you were into blondes. My friend thinks you’re cute. Me: Well, that’s because I am.
On a completely different note, this was in both the Men’s and Women’s bathrooms of where we went.
As I mentioned earlier, Mouse and I saw each other over the blackout. We were originally going to get a bite to eat downtown and then hit up Solas again but the trains stopped at Times Square.
Me: Wanna walk to Koreatown? Mouse: Sure.
The next thing you know, we’re in a restaurant near the gym.
Her: This is so cool! Me: (nodding) Yeah, but I’m starving.
We ended up getting mostly full there and then heading to the same bar we went to once before with some other friends.
In hindsight, I shoulda taken the opportunity to speak to her about things but I assumed she didn’t want to talk.
Evidently, I’m not good at reading her cues. Working on it.
Fast forward to this past week when she messaged me.
Her: Where are you? Me: Just got back from the gym, why? Her: I’m out with coworkers and my boss wants to meet you. Wanna come by? Me: Right now? (thinking) Send me your location. Her: Yes. Fraunces Tavern. Downtown.
Less than four minutes later, I was on a downtown train to see her, her co-workers, and her boss.
It was pretty interesting but this is getting long so I’ll tell you about it in the next entry.
In the meantime, here’s a vid I made for her blog but she can’t post videos for some reason so I’m posting it here.
It’s from when we went axe-throwing. She’s pretty good.
Me: You met me at a strange and awful time in my life. Her: You keep saying that. Me: In some ways you never met me. Who I actually am. You only ever met me all f____d-up.
Alcoholics Anonymous has a 12-Step program where Step 9 is apologizing to all the people that you’ve wronged.
In some ways, since the 4th of July, I’ve been trying to do something like that.
People that grow up with zero friends seem to fall into two camps: The ones that learn to do ok by themselves or the ones desperate for companionship.
I’m definitely more the former than latter. All the times that I said that I set Alison apart, the obvious question is how did I treat everyone else?
For better or worse, most people I’ve met in life were/are disposable.
There’s something about being social and glib that there’s always another interaction around the way, another new relationship just with a wink and a smile.
I’m better than most at shallow relationships; slightly more than half of the people I dated between 33 and 35 are still on good terms with me.
After Alison died, I went into full pickup mode and met a number of women. A total of zero are friendly with me. Well, one still kinda talks to me.
Don’t remember much of that time except the pain, guilt, and insomnia. Everything hurt. Everything was agony. Women and alcohol were a great salve. But somewhere along the line, I think I was just awful to everyone.
It’s hard to be nice to people when you’re in agony. And I hid it so well that I suppose that people kinda forgot that I was clinging onto life.
It sounds like I’m making excuses for myself and perhaps I am, to an extent, but I’m also just trying to let you know maybe why I was as I was.
I contacted about six people, including my brother and sister-in-law whom I stopped interacting with for various reasons; only my brother and sister-in-law responded.
Well, they responded and so did Mouse. But not the way I’d hoped.
Mouse: No. (shakes head) I think that’s who you really are, Logan.
