for what we are is what we are. bring before me my ruin. fine, oh this ruin of memory. i've made mis-steps. i've broken my face even; they replaced it with titanium. that should be enough to keep these memories off my back. except it isn't, is it. i keep having these bad nights. i mean, okay. to peel the first skin off the onion? it sure doesn't help that i wake up alone & yet feel like i shouldn't be. jenny has plenty of reasons. reasons i hope to evaporate. but sometimes being mordicai takes over & when i roll onto my side? there is no one to protect me. heck, since she's moved onto the couch there has been a marked increase in shitty nights.