Contemporaneous: Chapters 73 – 74
73. I don’t sleep well, but it’s not because of typical sleep troubles, but because I’m excited to get the week underway. When did I last feel like this? I can’t remember – not specifically. I was once like this, but that excitement and anticipation congealed into the mire that’s made everything so arduous. No more, though. I begin to catalogue what I need to do. Autumn. She’s the first stop. I want, I need to tell her my news. And not because I’m boasting, but because there’s a purity to her happiness – she’ll genuinely feel good for me, and there’s something about, some validation that I’ve never experienced…
Contemporaneous: Chapters 70 – 72
70. Once we get to the strippers, I moderate my drinking so I retain a better sense of self – I used to be good at this when I was younger. While everybody else was getting insensibly drunk, I’d take it easy, or even pour the beer out when people weren’t looking. It probably comes from a lifetime of anxiety – while drinking gives me a buzz and relaxes me, I don’t want to lose control. Stan pays for several lap dances – I can’t remember if it’s in the same order he did last time. But there’re a lot of different dances, like he’s determined to sample as many…