Visit from Oscar

First off, I’ll explain that Piers changed the diary.  The dog picture was a cruel joke on his part, saying that he was a sonofabitch.

We had a visit from everyone’s favorite terror tonight.  Oscar unleashed his temper again tonight.  Suffice it to say right now that it was ugly.  Mikey and he argued.  It wasn’t really that much of an argument, but they had words.

I am out, and I am tired as all hell right now.  Could be from Oscar’s taking one and a half sleeping pills.  Half should do the trick adequately.  Life goes on?  I don’t know what’s going on with this depression, but I wish it would leave us all alone.  I mean My Mikey, especially.

My Key, My Beautiful Mikey Baby, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack