I told myself that I would chronicle this man, this “Jason Frisbie” for the world but god damn if that hasn't been impossible. Ever since I moved in with Jason it's been little more than a haze of drugs, women and brief moments of clarity where I can't even look myself in the mirror. But that fog is lifting.
Jason took off to South Korea about a week ago. He said something about “checking in on his investments” and left a cigar box full of uppers on the kitchen table. That was it. I don't even know if the bastard's coming back, but I know that these pills won't last forever so I've got to get as much of this man's life down as I can in the few weeks of blissful serenity that I have left.
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