This seems like one of those nights that you never want to end. My creativity is at its peak and in this state of mind, life seems simple yet uncharted. My intake of tiny white morsels have killed my appetite and are denying me from much needed sleep. Conversations are easy flowing and healing. Cigarette after cigarette we carry on from one subject to another, each sharing a bit of wisdom that was unknown to each other. All we can feel is life, and at the time of rising spirits it is necessary to accept these closing words that will soon be lost after tired eyes. I have come clean for the first time, and after tonight, it will be the last.
March 5, 1998