Here I sit, in a rented nissan, on the dunedin causeway. The rain and lightening are all around. It's 10:45 p.m. and I SHOULD be in bed but its impossible to sleep before three a.m. at that house. He starts to drink and then the tv gets really loud. In fact, he turns the volume up ALL the way when he's drunk.
It hasn't been a good week. Terry has zero interest in playing a concert. The organ has been broken and we haven't been able to rehearse yet - the concert is saturday, and then two more performances on Sunday. I'm not enjoying this trip at all. I really am not. Terry needs counseling and he needs it soon. He's bringing everyone around him down in to his own personal hell but he doesn't understand that we won't go all the way with him - he'll descend all by himself.
Muddled meanderings of someone who loves God, is out of the closet, out of money, trying to run from karma before it bites him in the butt.
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