A/N: Finally finished this chapter this is like the thirtieth re write Its short I know but It sets the stage for home coming which will be longer, and to be honest not much could be said about this part of the story similar two are we the waiting, its just musing and a ethics change.
Like My Father Come to Pass
Time passed, seven years, twenty, thirty? I don't quite know. Time became arbitrary, it meant nothing. All I knew was that I started using when spring began, and now almost the end of August I had been clean since she left me. The wound still stung like hell when I thought about it.
I thought about a lot of things during this period of clarity, a lot about my father and sometimes Brad. These thoughts added to the pain but also made me face me. Jesus of Suburbia facing off against James Christian. The two sides of me.
After all this time and all this musing I felt the pain coming down like the rain, I wanted to rest, I wanted to use. I wanted to go asleep for all of September and wake up when it was over. But that would be running again, I had a job, but I still wasn't happy there was still something missing from me. Still something that needed to be resolved so on I went musing