Back in Memphis.

Terry is in the bathroom as I write this, doing lines and calling his drug dealer.

nothing has changed.

When I was in SF I avoided people who partied-so as to keep my nose clean-I have been here three days and three days it has been since my nose was clean.

I am leaving tomorrow to go stay with my friend Mike-who has a year sober-and If I drink/party I can't stay with him.

Terry makes me sad.

I'll miss my puppies.