I had started taking sunglasses out with me at night, because I never knew where I'd end up. Where I'd wake up, after how little sleep, and have to walk home in the blazing July morning sun. I wasn't fucking around, I just stayed with different friends because I felt so horribly lonely and scared if I wasn't drunk.
Walking through Williamsburg with Joseph at 5am I told him that I was afraid to go home alone so late, that I was afraid of the Southside Slasher. In reality the murderer would have looked like an Angel of Mercy to me that morning, and all I was really afraid of was being alone. Joseph let me stay with him and I fell asleep immediately, for the first time in a long time, listening to the JMZ shudder.