There were dark times ahead for Randy. Darker days, darker hours and much darker moments. Times, days, hours and moments of harsh sobriety and harsher emotions. Emotions he hadn't felt for years. Emotions he'd buried under years of drug abuse.
He found he didn't know himself anymore. As if he'd been reborn into a brand new world, with a brand new body and a brand new mind. It terrified him.
Nothing seemed familiar. Nowhere and no one felt safe. He didn't feel at home anywhere. He was in a foreign land, with strangers.
He was in a walking nightmare. One he supposed he deserved, because he'd been selfish, reckless and self destructive.
Yet he walked around with a smile on his face and a laugh that disguised deep buried guilt, shame and pain.
He was fooling everyone, except himself.
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