i recall drinking. until i passed out on the floor
of our apartment. that glorious studio apartment a
towering seven stories up. josh seemed happy. i'd
never been happier. but i was wrong to assume his
happiness. to find some unknown model fucking my
husband, in my bed, drinking my brandy. and never
had i had the slightest clue. or maybe i was just
denying the truth. pulling the cloak over my eyes.
i went insane. threw things. screamed obscenities.
walked out on the bastard. never looked back. not
once. and now, here i am, driving across this god
forsaken country, hoping to run into a major city,
where a girl like me can make good money easy.
but life's not over. i moved on, i'm a new person.
