Chapter 21Now: Loren
Tough Enough: A Life in Moving Pictures (excerpt)
Annie Chesnutt’s last words to me were, It’s time. Love you, in a text composed before the lack of oxygen shut her down. I found the unsent text on her phone when I got home from work that day. Sent it to myself, because believe it or not I’m sentimental that way. I had screen-capped a whole lot of our text conversations after she moved to LA.
Sentiment aside, neither of us was much for holding onto Stuff. When I left Texas, swinging by to see Annie and Gwen before driving west, the only Stuff I wanted to collect was a couple cartons of books. I still have most of those, along with a cigar box of assorted snapshots, which I added to over the years before going digital. Here are a few of those pictures.
Me, the day a
