Lost Echoes
“I could tell Joey, but he’s a dick and wouldn’t get it. And my mom, but she’s got enough worries. And there’s a special reason I’m writing you.I want to stop drinking.No, that’s not true. I like drinking. I need to stop drinking. That’s different.You see, I don’t really think I drink to forget, like you. I drink to numb, so I won’t have, you know, the experiences.Okay. I drink to forget as well. I’ve seen some bad business, stuff to do with the ghosts in the noise.But I’ve told you that.Let me put it like this: You haven’t always been as fucked-up as you are now. Me, I’ve been pretty much like I am always: insecure, worried, and confused since I was a kid.My parents didn’t do it.The sounds did.I’m not going to tell you what I already told you, and I’m not going to try to convince you I’m not a fruitcake (I’m not, by the way), but I am going to say it again.You haven’t always been so fucked-up.Me, I have. For a long time.You once had a center.Before the mumps, as a little kid, maybe I ...was centered.MoreLess
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