What if it wasn’t Thad this time? Gave a good eulogy, from what I recall. Sex I ended up putting him to bed more than any man should, but it was our way. Well, the name she gave me. As I said, he didn’t start me on the drink, but he did nurture me into the alcoholic I am today. That’s all. Period. I didn’t owe him a goddamn thing. Candy had only dropped it on the carpet as a message, that was all. Period. Lifted his pant leg and took a little pop every time he got majorly stressed on the set. At the bottom of the drawer was a box of latex gloves. It was something I faced daily—more so on long gigs, which is why I tried not to take them: I won’t work drunk. I was still nude, but at least I wasn’t holding my dick in my hand. I think the only thing that made me even the slightest bit successful with the demon was that he and I both knew I would be returning to the bottle eventually.
