But if you remember correctly, I was only driving the taxi to take everyone there. And you were straight as an arrow before that night. Oh, how manic corrupted you.
As for you and natural, I don't think falling was the word. What I saw there before Manic came in wearing nothing but a corset and high heels turned my blood cold. I had to run far far away, and hid cowering in a dark cupboard for days afterwards. THe therapy still has not blanked out those images.......it was like the last days of Rome....
So you ran back into the closet?
