I walked into the kitchen today and my dad said something in Spanish and told me to get out. My dad doesn’t even want to see me. My poor mom had to bring food to my room.

Anderson is in rehab; I never ever would have thought that he’d end up like that. He always had shit under control. Everyone is just getting worse and worse. He’s shooting Dilaudid.

I’ve been making meetings and it feels good, but right now I don’t ever see me and my dad having a normal relationship.

I have to finish my third step. That fucking workbook just makes me angry! Haha, maybe I should just do a few questions a day.

Fucking Jordan Belfort is on CNN discussing the stock market plummet.

Nice tan, Bateman.

October 20th, 2008

Going biking.

October 21st, 2008

Amber, the Mad Russian’s wife, just called me.

“Um, Bryan? Yeah, can you tell Alex that I got a bottle of Vodka and I’m going to get drugs right now? So you can tell him he got his wish.”

“Okay, I’ll tell him.”

Alex (The Mad Russian) is coming over right now. That’s a fucked up relationship. Honestly, I think she’s been using.