Oh, man. My head hurts. What a bender. I don’t even remember what…
Oh, shit. Is that her hoodie? Did I do that again? The last thing I remember is…that sweet sweet smell…and then I must have blacked out.
I have got to stop doing this. I have to get a hold of myself. I’m going to get kicked out, for sure. I just…I can’t explain it, man, when I smell that food – a forbidden crumb – I just can’t help myself. I’m an addict. Even though it makes me sick. When I think of all I’ve destroyed…my relationships, two jackets, a camera bag, a pair of jeans, a diaper bag…and now two hoodies…
And when I found myself eating a diaper? Used food, man? I know I’ve hit rock bottom. I just…I don’t know how to stop.
That’s it, though. If she forgives me after this one – I’m quitting. Cold turkey. Except, without the turkey. I’ll stare any morsel down unless it’s actually handed to me.
Wait. What was that noise? Was that – a CHIP BAG BEING LEFT UNATTENDED?
Shit. I’m going to be homeless for sure.