It’s like I have my cinematic tragedy on replay, reminding me of my life and all my woes and stupid buried memories, which are springing out in all directions to add to how devastated I already feel. Despite all of that, HE is still foremost in my brain, plaguing me like the tormentor he is so apt at being, and even in his absence, he still has that hold over me. Go figures that the demon would star in my self-inflicted daymares.

I fall back on the floor and spill my drink all over ...