Before Dom and before my dad died, I had a lot of dreams that I was falling. It wasn’t like I was falling down a never-ending pit, or anything. It was more that I was just falling; I wasn’t sure if there was something below me or not; all I knew was that I was free and that, in a way, it was exhilarating.
I never fell off a horse, though. I always sort of assumed that wouldn’t be quite so exhilarating.
I can’t go to Mitch’s, because I can’t go back on drugs. I know that. It isn’t for my benefit; I don’t really care what happens to me anymore. But Joey is just about the only thing I docare about, and I can’t do that to him.
But I have to do something. I can’t just sit there.
I shower first. I really am disgusting. Four days is a long time to go without showering, especially when you’re
