Swift Scribbles: …Leads To Another
“I don’t know,” I say.
And as screwy as that sounds, it’s the truth. I have no idea what happened to make me react that way…
I wasn’t drunk – I have quite the capacity for alcohol even if I do say so myself. And red wine is nothing but colored water – as far as I’m concerned.
She waved a Techno phone in front of my face. It’s displaying a Wikipedia page – a finger taps on a particular section I’m supposed to read.
Something about Panic Attacks.
Yes. I remember I used to have fits – sudden anger, sudden aggression – I particularly remember one experience at MFM where I was taken to be rid of those ‘demons’.
Not too pleasant. And what’s worse, the ‘demons’ did not leave.
Is that what those were? Panic attacks?
I look up at her to ask how she figured that out – and our lips meet…somehow; as we both sucked in deep breaths.
Ever tried talking with a full mouth?