Gina
I took off for Hollywood a month after Joel"s funeral. It’s nice here, in a way. It’s not what I thought, and seriously, not a day goes by that I don’t think of Joel or miss him. There may have been hours or even days where I didn’t like Joel Miller, but I was always in love with him. And maybe that was the problem. Maybe I should have left sooner rather than later. If I had, he’d still be alive.
Maybe it’s the secrets you keep that kill you in the end. God knows he had his, and I certainly have mine.
Hollywood is a good place for keeping them. Everyone has a story, and it’s never what you think. Joel would hate this place. He was right; nothing is real here. But perhaps that’s the allure. Some people might say I finally made it. Whatever that means. But that’s not exactly the case
