Today:

I walked around looking for work.

Then I went to the bar.

I threw up twice.

Then I went to the St. John's quiet place, and walked the labarynth while reciting the Lord's prayer.

Then I talked to the Catholic priest for an hour.

I don't know. I need something right now, anything really. The girl I'm here for doesn't need me here, and I can't understand why else I'd be here.

You know things are rough when I find religion.

You know things are rough when I have to tell your mother why I'm half-cut at two in the afternoon.

You know things are rough, and so do I. I've never been so lost in my life.