In addition to the seventeen journals I have a box of tapes from a mini-recorder I used to keep with me all the time. Hours of tape to listen through. It was weird last night, like being sucked physically back to 2002. The beer helped and hurt at the same time, it accentuated the time warp feeling but it made me kind of sad. I'm not 100% sure I can write this story, and the reason I put myself through those years of hell was so I could write about it.
I'm 99% sure I can do it. Just the sifting through of my personal history kind of sucks, really.
I told Bryan what I was doing. He doesn't get jealous; I would have a fit. I'm lucky I found him.
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