Dude, I don’t know how much longer I can last in this place. I need a taste, and I need it as soon as possible. I’m not asking you to do anything about this. If I do, you’ll never get this letter.
Just know everything sucks right now, and I can’t wait to get out of this hell hole.
Eight days stuck here feels like a million years! I know I committed myself for 30 days, but now I don’t want to stay. And I can’t leave!
I’m sorry I tanked in Dallas. It was stupid and irresponsible, and so was I. I put Symbiotic’s reputation on the line, and I hate myself for it. But I swear this has only been a recent issue.
I pushed too hard and I have been taking more pills than I should have. That started a couple months ago, but I want to get it together.
I can’t live without your friendship, Jared’s, Daryl’s or this band. I need you guys. All of you and Sherrice are all I have to live for. You know that.
I was trashed out and I’ve been hitting it too hard. My nerves were shot that night, and I overdid it. I’m so sorry, man. I wish I could say it won’t happen again, but I can’t make that promise.
I can’t make any promises, not when I’m so good at breaking them.
I can hardly see to write this through tears that won’t cease. I know I’m dirt. Maybe the old man Dave was right all along about me. Maybe I am his worthless son.
What have I done? I heard you guys fighting about me that night. Jared was right. Listen to him next time. I bricked. At least he was smart enough to notice.
Don’t trust me right now, not even after I get out of here. If they released me today the first place I’d go is back to Rex or some other dealer. Even if I say I’m OK, don’t believe me.
Not now, maybe not ever.