One person who has me in a fucking chokehold, keeping me from falling into that dark, bottomless pit I’ve been dangling over for what feels like a century, rather than just eight months. And yet, for some reason, the particular brand of torture that comes with being near Jeremy Montgomery, is one I welcome willingly. Seeking it out. Craving it like it’s just another flask, filled to the brim with liquid fire I can asphyxiate on. Blaze my insides. Burn it all into ash.
