It was karaoke. Ah, that collision of delusion and talent, that sweet techno produced hallucination of competence, performance, and being noticed... her name was Suzie... and she was an ex stripper that was also an ex dub. We foudn this out. Fate threw us together.
She told me that I "knew what I knew" and that "Jehovah was gatherring all his lamsb together."
I told her it was all lies.
She said, no it wasn't, she had been my age once and that she was now no longer fighting her madness in pursuing the dubs....
eh???
I'm drunk, but I got pissed and walked away. I need this no longer, this delusion of last days and special knowledge and all that bullshit...
help....
CZAR