The Past Inside the Present

i've had 5 and a half years off the sauce, 4 years of blogging, 3 years of therapy, tons of tears, weeks of working out, innumerable dark days left bobbing in the wake...but all it took was 2 minutes on the phone to find out that he prolly knows where i live to go all the way back in time...to England, to the dark, to my own private ground zero...Fuck the past.> I know yer scurred and shaky baby