Agents Of The Internet Apocalypse - Plot & Excerpts
I was too afraid to go home after the release because shutting that apartment door in Brooklyn could mean never leaving again. But it wasn’t just the fear. There was nothing for me in New York. I’d hidden so completely for the last two years that the place had forgotten me. Any chance of a future was out west. I would crash with Tobey in L.A. until I got my head together. After all, it was the least he could do for me after I’d been so hospitable, even if his visit occurred only in my mind. Good friends overlooked such things. Aside from the brown, low-top Doc Martens I was currently wearing, I left the rest of my clothes—still carrying the taint of the Hudson River—in my backpack, and opted for the style of hospital-issue, doctor-like scrubs. A sane person would have called for a ride, or at least someone to bring them clothes, but a sane person would also want to get out of a mental institution as quickly as possible. I left the hospital and took the A to JFK without a second thought.
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