Written on the commute home around 7:30 pm:
The theme for tongiht’s train ride how is "Scarred" by Dream Theater, because after everything that’s happened the last 24 hours, that’s what I am. I was able to put these feelngs behind me with a little coaxing so I could get on with my work day, but a series of missed phone calls and missing people who I need to talk to, all I’m left with is this sick and deading feeling in my stomach and the fear that I may have crossed a line I never should have crossed and cost myself my friends in the process.
I will know in a few hours if all of this has been worth while or worthless worry. Either way, these next few hours are going to be hell on earth for me.
Written from home just now:
Well, it’s time to come clean. Last night I was arrested again for marijuana posession. That effectively ends my life as a pot smoker. There are many, many things I want to say, but it’s not fair to all those involved in this tangled web. All I can say is I’m sorry, and I will pay the price for this. A price much higher than anyone realizes….
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