I’m not sure if I can take another night in this godforsaken motel room. The tv doesn’t work and I’m pretty sure there’s about five people next door who’ve been having sex with each other for the past three hours. I just want to rest… Even if I had complete silence I don’t think it would matter. I just can’t get it out of my head… And I can’t stop wondering if it was my fault, when did it start, how long were they doing it… Ah, well at least I still have my friend Jack to make me feel better. I guess that’s about the best way to cope with walking in on your wife covered in a load from your step-son….
