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hot!
    I parked and she walked over to meet me as I was
climbing off the bike. “Hey,” she said.
    She looked like she was going to say something else
but then she didn’t, so I said, “Hey. You look hot. Let’s go home and fuck
after this…or better yet…”
    Her face changed and she laughed; she already knew I
was going to suggest finding a fucking closet or something. She’d gotten to
know me pretty well in such a short time. I suppose that’s because there really
was not that much to know. It also had something to do with living in such
close quarters. It was hard to hide anything from anyone living in a
two-bedroom apartment.
    “Now that we’re allowed to do it in the bed, let’s
stick with fucking at home,” she said, taking my hand and pulling me into the
building.
    We waited for the therapist for fifteen minutes
before he finally wondered in, no apology or anything. If I was paying him out
of my pocket, I’d have docked him for that shit. Since I was not though, I couldn’t
really say anything.
    “So, what’s new?” he asked when he sat down.
    “We leave tomorrow,” I told him. “I still need you
to sign off on it.”
    “Right…the tour. I’m still concerned about that,
Tristan. That whole atmosphere seems to be where the problems for you began. I
wonder what might happen if you’re put back into the middle of it so soon into
your recovery.”
    “Come on, that’s bullshit,” I told him. “My career
didn’t have anything to do with me being an addict. You met my parents. You
know damned good and well where my problems stem from. I guarantee you that
they won’t be on tour with me or even on the periphery.” He still didn’t look
convinced so I said, “Come on, Doc, I can handle this. It won’t be the same as
a professional tour. I’ll be surrounded by people all the time that will be
worried about bad publicity and there won’t be as many pressures. They’ll make
damned sure I’m not screwing up. Elly will be there, too.”
    He liked Elly. Sometimes I got the feeling he was
wondering what she was doing with me. That kind of pissed me off. It wasn’t any
of his fucking business what she saw in me. That was for me to wonder about. The
doctor looked at Elly and said,
    “You will be there, the whole tour?”
    “Yes, I’m actually working on the show. We also have
a therapist that will be touring with us. He’s there just for this sort of
thing. The producers are all aware of Tristan’s history and everyone will be
looking out for him.”
    “Hmm, that makes me feel better about it. Do you
think I can have this therapist’s number?”
    “Sure,” Elly said, “I can get that for you.”
    “Good then; Tristan, I’ll need you sign a release of
information for him.”
    “What kind of information are you going to give
him?” I already didn’t like the idea of the producers all knowing my shit. I
didn’t want to keep adding people in the mix.
    “I need to communicate with him, Tristan. He needs
to know your background and what’s already been done for you and what you’ve
already accomplished. If something happened and you had to go to him for help…well,
it would be beneficial to you both for him to be well informed. I can’t share
with him without your permission, though, so I need you to sign for it. Otherwise,
I’m not going to feel comfortable enough to sign off on you going.”
    Shit, fucking blackmailing piece of shit! “Okay,
fine,” I said, proving those anger management classes worked.
    “Okay, then I’ll sign off on it. It’s a big deal for
you and you shouldn’t miss it. I don’t mean to downplay that part of it. I know
you’re proud of it and you should be. Just remember how easy it is to fall from
grace. If you have anxiety, doubts, the urge to use…call someone, reach out to
someone and above all, remember that the only place it got you before was rock
bottom. Alcohol and drugs are always a temporary fix.”
      I nodded and
said, “I’ll