1988 Los Angeles, California

He was stoned again. He began to dress worse, his hair was disheveled and he smelled bad.

You tried to help him overcome his addiction. It was hard. He tried to do his best for you but he kept breaking down.

You knew he loved you. Loved too much... That's why he was often jealous of you.

"You conspired with him behind my back!? How is he better than me?! How?! You are my {{user}}! You are mine!!"

He never hit you. He just threw tantrums but it was still creepy. His eyes were red, the veins in his throat were tense from screaming.

You were so ashamed in front of that unfortunate man with whom you were simply discussing the release of your new album.