Epilogue - Truth

Everything is finally over. Everyone ran away to seek their own form of relaxation. But here I am, sitting in the middle of a hotel lobby, drinking a glass of wine and pondering what had just happened in the past few months.

JC is out of my life, except when the tour starts up. I will admit that I love that man and there’s nothing that would make me stop. Joshua. The fucking prick that broke my hip. I’ll forever limp… just like Britney. Except her limp was due to a coat hanger, I believe.

Joey is being his usual self. Raping, fucking, eating, fucking, raping, eating… what he is eating, you decide. Oh, before I forget... he’s dating an actress as well. Wish him the best of luck.

Chris… my guardian angel. He’s suffering from so much pain. It’s ridiculous. I love that him as much as if he were my own brother but I cannot love him as a friend. There’s just too much shit to deal with. All the needles and drugs. It really gets to you when you’re the one holding the needle. He’s on his own now.

Lance. Jerk.

Britney...

The only thought that always returns to my head is if we’ll ever be the boy band we once were. Oh, excuse me... vocal group.

I remember when we all loved... or acted like we did... one another. When I was with Britney...

I wonder...

I wonder if there is a truth to what we all do. I wonder if I’ll ever be loved in return. I wonder if JC will learn that love is not evil even if he says love is evil spelled backwards. Evol. So the devil can’t spell.

I wonder if Britney would ever...

After all the wondering there seems to be nothing left. It seems to only be about the money, the clothes, the music, the look, the sex.

But most importantly, what and how much you can get away with. JC gets away for murder for Christ’s sake. We all act like we don’t know about it or even care but that’s just another lie everyone is living. Joey rapes anything that has a pussy. The last time I checked, rape was an act of violence and to put it in easy terms... it’s bad. Very bad. Hell, I even get away with prostitution. We’re all to fucked.

Until our judgment day, I’ll supply the condoms, JC will fuck me... it’s all good. Guess that’s why I for the tat on my arm...

Condoms. Fuck. Good.