When I moved out of my mom's house at 18 I was almost as sad to leave her sewing machine behind as anything else.
In the morning he was lying dead on one of the beds fully clothed. He was dead. I got the impression he wanted to go and I must have killed him. I can't remember strangling him. I just sat there shocked.
I saw him... at peace in my armchair. I remember wishing he could stay in...
By Thursday morning, we'd gotten over the worst of it.
I don't hate L.A., but I'm nervous about becoming one of those people who...
I knew however that the next morning after the fight I would have to get...
