I don’t want to spend much time on this part of the story.

My brain was fried from everything and the 7 grams of methamphetamine didn’t help.

I started seeing His face everywhere.

I found his Twitter account where he followed gay porn stars and would see his face on their bodies.

I started hearing voices.

I could hear breathing coming from my phone, whoever was in there monitoring me.

I thought maybe it was Him.

My final few nights in Detroit I would stay up all night talking to whomever was in my phone.

Sometimes it was Him and I was recalling my favorite memories of Us and how important he was to me.