January 28, 2017 | extended reduced dosage
2017.5
Night, gray. So much drinking is happening, I forget if Iām drunk or not. Because I am most sober I have to drive everyone home, all over Manhattan. I start dropping people off, including an older woman and Brandi. At some point we are all back at the same party where we started -- everyone decided they wanted to keep drinking. I keep having problems with the car: it wonāt brake quickly enough, I hit a cop car, I hit pedestrians, there are huge blindspots. Nick V is in the passenger seat and I tell him to give me directions, but he canāt figure out which direction weāre facing. Iām annoyed. Eventually we figure out that we have to backtrack around a portion of highway in order to head the proper direction. On our detour we run across Chris Harral who recommends we attend a messy party at a suburban house. He says there are a lot of drugs but he doesnāt partake. We stop at the house but nobody is there. The party is over, itās daytime, and the parents are coming home. I gather up some pens, which seems very necessary, then the three of us (Nick, Nikk, and myself) try to orchestrate our departure without attracting the attention of the parents. There are glow-in-the-dark stars sticky-tacked to the ceiling and I wish we had taken them. We leave and then Iām with Becca, and sheās telling me about Nick -- says she realized he was gay after being with him for a while. Iām skeptical but also somehow shaken by her assertion. I press her for more information, and simultaneously try to think of any signs I may have overlooked that might elucidate Nickās sexual preferences.













