In my head it keeps repeating, or I keep repeating or some part of me, past or present, existent or non-existent keeps repeating to some image or effigy of you, you know who you are.
But the story so far is that you weren’t even there on your wedding day. That somehow and in some way you got a doppleganger or someone similar enough to stand in your place and you’ve been playing a long con on Howard for god knows how long.
This all developed in the psychic world over the weekend and into Monday, it’s funny, to say the least, but tragic to be on the receiving end.
Now the voices keep repeating that same old tired mantra to you, through me (for some reason): “you should have stayed.”
And that you would have been in love with me in my terrible 20’s as I hopped from house to house party drinking myself to death and blacking out drunk damn near every other weekend.
But the reality is, had you stayed, most likely none of that would have ever come to fruition.
C’est la vie!