July 9, 2018:

Old friends, long gone. Long fucking gone, although I did truly believe in us, in all of us, with our talent and our plans.

O.B. Pier with lollipop. On the rocks with friendly retriever. Holding hands, she leading him, as she always did.

Soon it will all break. Seduced by Satan in the form of a tubby Texan frat boy with a trust fund. Who showed us all exactly where true loyalties lie.