It was a long wavy, windy, dirty dusty road. Many times I though I would not make it, and only thanks to my friends, my cell, and twitter I managed to find the strength to get out. What started as an innocent trip on a Halloween night (almost three years ago to the date) brought me into a spiral of destruction that almost took my life. I am still not sure why I am here, but after hitting rock bottom I had to reach deep within to places I did not know existed inside of me. In a strange way the Peyote helped me find who I was.
D. has been a guardian angel, a protector, a friend, and a God-sent presence in my life. It has only been thanks to him that I still have my apartment, my car, and most of my stuff. One of the things that he guarded for me where my notebooks, my writings, and this blog. I had almost completely forgotten about it, but here it is, even with an extra couple of posts and a whole backdrop story that I almost could not believe.
Looking for a job now. I do not want to go back to modeling, but things are looking pretty grim now. I will give it a few weeks while I transcribe my diary.