Sleepwalking

A house. So big and so empty. I can even hear my own thoughts. An empty house. I always keep the lights on so I wouldn't feel so alone. But I can't fool myself, can't fool these fucked up thoughts of mine. Ever since he came back, everything's gone straight to hell. Fucking Trevor. Haven't seen him in who knows how many fucking years. Ten years? Who knows. And then one day he just pops up after all these years. I thought he was dead. And maybe for a little while I thought everything was fine. No, not fine. Decent, if even that. It was... something. Getting something done with this new kid, Franklin. And then my best friend, that fucking lunatic pops up like it was nothing.

Here I am in this fucking house. Staring into the sunset which is as dark as my thoughts are. It's so quiet. My wife, who doesn't love me anymore, ran away with a damn yogi, and took the kids with her. Useless kids. I mean, I love them, I guess. Tracey's fine. I mean, she's not too good at making the right choices, but hey.. neither am I. I'm screwed up. But I love her, I really do. And then there's Jimmy.. I don't know what went wrong with him. That.. that fucking prick.

I sit down on the couch and turn on the tv. Nothing. There's nothing. I turn it off right away. I look at my phone. It's almost midnight. Nobody's called. Haven't heard of my wife or kids after they moved away. I feel like I'm stuck talking to a fucking shrink 'cause nobody else gives a shit. I'm not too sure he gives a shit either. He might be just pretending for all I know. He says so many things ut I feel like I can't understand even half of them. I'm not sure anyone can save me. From Trevor. I don't know. From myself? I'm a mess. A complete fucking mess.

Hours pass by. I've fallen asleep on the couch, and suddenly I get a text. Maybe it's from Tracey. But no. It's Trevor. Something about Brad, busting him out of jail. Fuck. Just.. fuck.