01-28-03 - 8:21 a.m.
i read a book called 'black and blue', whose title speaks for itself, thinking it would be cathartic, an exorcism for old baggage. it was not. it brought back broken bones and bruises and bite marks and those fireworks you get behind your eyes when someone chokes you to unconciousness. when the ugly cycle and hollow isolation of abuse came rushing back at me, i tried to drink it away. what a waste of good wine.