During my days in the East, I now see that I stumbled along like a drunken man.  I was dragged into a web of lies and corruption that I couldn't escape from.  Maybe I was fortunate that Gatsby was killed.  After that, everything became clear to me again.  Everyone I associated with was immoral and corrupt.  To them money was not a problem; it was nothing to them.  Its lure had almost drawn me in for a moment.  Perhaps if things had been different I may have taken Gatsby's job offer and never awoken from the dream of the East.  I was happy to return home to the west.  It was a long awaited homecoming.  Gatsby had had money and powers.  He was the "song of God".  That's not me, however, I'm just someone from the west and nothing could change that.

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By John