"I slept with that dealer all summer, the ecstasy's still in my spine." These are the days after the chaos. These are the hours that I'm afraid of. My chemicals in the balance, swaying to each extreme. I am tired. I am awake. I am running through the weekends events, every detail accounted for, making myself more miserable because for every thought of the things, there is something to remind me that I'm not there. Today I am a robot, no feelings, no thoughts. Just automatic-movement. The character in my portfolio piece is based on characteristics of myself and of my dad. I hope it doesn't upset him to read it, but it's too good a plot to waste. "Let me see ya shake in ya boots, come back to the old skool, back to ya roots"