Re: Call: Misha B/Damian W
No! [He has a difficult time remaining quiet, and he expresses this in a series of exhalations through the nose. Eventually, he has to say, and likely too loudly, too desperately,] I do not want to break up! I do not—[He stomps.] It would be easier! It would be easier, because there would be room for you. Without, there is only room for me. ألا ترى ذلك؟ That is what has been shown. You said it yourself, we do not have time for both. That is not acceptable. [He rubs at one eye. A frown.] What is a 'thing that hurts' that helps? Do you mean, cutting yourself? [He thinks about the heroin.] I will not use it. [He has forgotten his cigarette. He drops it and steps on the embers.] It is only, after you got rid of the others, you were gone, and then it was just me, feeling the lack. If you come—? [He knows it is such weakness to be dependent, and perhaps, rather than the morphine, he is too dependent upon Misha.]