November 20, Austin. With J down Rainey Street, a drink in every bar. We make it from top to bottom, but not back. I’m desperate because I can let go maybe a hundred times and get caught up in moments, but just not the whole evening. I want to know how other people are doing it and I feel so awful, so out there, so incapable like I always have felt. I know that it’s fine, that it doesn’t matter, but tonight that doesn’t change anything.