November 11, 2017
Jeff,
My young friend from the hospital is here. She’s manic. I wish I could help her. She’s me back then, at 19. Equally tormented of mind. Unimaginable pain. Unrelenting emptiness.
When I walked her out, I stood on the cold sidewalk in my bare feet and looked anew at my neighborhood.
“Louisville Fucking Kentucky,” I said out loud. “How in the fuck does anyone end up here?” Oddly, it feels like home.
I love you, Jeff. Thank you for being.
Coco