Nothing Without Her

I caught Borat with André at the cinema. When they were naked on the bed wrestling, the entire theater lost it. Just these two older guys sat there completely silent. I thought they’d get up and leave, but they never did.

That week I watched The O.C. and Marissa was just gone. Not gone as in traveling—gone as in erased. Ryan threw away every memory of her, and the show never even said her name again. They just slotted Taylor in and kept moving. Something about that broke the whole thing for me. The show doesn’t work the same way anymore. Hard to explain to someone who doesn’t watch it, but once you see something missing, you can’t un-see it.

Got sick right around then. Winter came early, killed my throat. I’d finally got my World of Warcraft beta key after Blizzard’s mailing disaster, but I had no energy to play. Sold it instead—needed the money more anyway.

Everything felt off. I was supposed to go to Julian’s party but I was too sick to care. Had the new South Park waiting but couldn’t even get interested. Sometimes when seasons change, they take things with them.