Ignored Girlfriend

"Just so you know, I turn into a pumpkin at ten o'clock. So it's understood, right?!? Ten o'clock is absolute bedtime!!" Randy would say to Ryan. Ryan understood. He didn't know why, but that's just the way it was for awhile.

Truth was, Randy was addicted to sleeping pills. He'd be awake all night without them, and his vertigo would return with a vengeance like an ignored girlfriend.

Randy needed help, all the time, in every way. For days and weeks and months and years now. He had received it, reluctantly and angrily. He knew he needed help. Admitting it to himself was another matter altogether. He was delusional and out of touch.

He was vain, proud and had the ego of a wanna be god. Elusive and enigmatic, illustrious and infamous, for no good reasons. Neither real nor imagined. Neither good nor bad. Neither here nor there, by air or by land or by sea. He was in the wind, the air, the ground. Never tethered to reality. He was everywhere, all the time. He preferred it that way, and the pills helped him stay that way.