I can't seem to stop myself from falling into oblivion every chance I get—alcohol, sex sleep. And Dad's only been gone for a night and half a day. Will the pain get better as time passes? It did with Mom, with my sister, Yasmine, but that's because I had Dad to hold me, hug me, tell me everything was going to be okay. Now, he's gone, too, and all I have is a bus full of rockstars that I slept with last night.
