This is not an option. I have that education already . . . aa and a higher power don’t work for me. They leave me just as horribly empty as ever—” It cuts off, ends there. Another email to Vicki. “I’m pretty screwed up physically and mentally, so forgive me if I’m less than perfectly eloquent,” he writes. “I’m going to call you once it’s late enough, but I wanted to get a few things down on paper just to lay it all out.”
