Everything I am conveying on to this message is truth. Truth is always up for interpretation, but I can only rely on my own the best. My interpretation is the truth I live. It is the truth I love and that loves and tempts me. I sit here with words, sentences, paragraphs, and entire books spinning inside of my tortured mind.

Sometimes, it is too much for me to comprehend and then I learn to let all of it flow me through me and become one with it. I, Jennifer Diane Schecter am at one with my madness. I am complete in whatever path of enlightenment or destruction that lie before me, breathing in my essence and ready to swallow me whole.

I shall dive in. I shall-

Jenny’s writing is interrupted with the sound of her cellphone ringing.

Jenny: I thought I put this on Silent.

Jenny answers her phone.

Jenny: Hello?

She stands on the sidewalk, tempted to interrupt.

Lacey: So Tim and Gabby are hanging out now?

Jenny: What?

Lacey: Yeah, I just saw them exit out of Tim’s car heading into Whiskey-A-Go-Go.

Jenny: Um.  Good for Tim?  At least he’s getting out of the house.

Lacey: Yeah, but Gabby?  She didn’t even care about him all that much when he was still hanging out at the Planet.  Now they’re best buds?

Jenny: …You’re not spying on them, are you?

Lacey: No!  I just happened to notice while on my way to Milk.  I’m meeting up with some of the girls there.

Jenny: Tim and Gabby are two people who currently feel ostracized from the rest of us.  Tim feels that way, because of Marina and I falling in love.  Gabby sort of did herself in, but I know she misses us.

Lacey: Yeah, she was at Wax this morning.  Shane did her hair and I think they had an argument.

Jenny: Shane?  …How does Gabby look now?

Lacey: I hate to say it, but gorgeous.

Jenny grins.

Jenny: That’s Shane.  Lacey…  Have a good time tonight.  Don’t worry about Tim or Gabby.  And tell my friends you run into that I said hello.

Lacey: Will do.  You writing?

Jenny: …I was.  Marina’s at the Planet having a meeting with her new night manager.  Some guy named Blaikie.

Lacey: What about the place across the street?

Jenny: Marina met the owners.  They had a cordial chat.

Lacey: Oh, what about Bette and Tina?  They okay?

Jenny: They’re fine.  They should be out of the hospital soon.  Lacey, I need to get back to my writing.  I’m kind of in the middle of my journal for the evening.

Lacey: Okay, well have fun.

Jenny: You do the same.  Bye.

Lacey: See ya.

They end their call with Jenny about to focus on her writing, only to now have a sudden craving.  She exits her writing room, headed for the kitchen to make herself a sandwich.  To her dismay, she realizes she is now out of bread.

Jenny: Awww, man…