Sitting on the balcony talking to Maria, I realised a few things about myself, and she saw them in me. Then, coming home from dinner, Steve asks a few questions about Clay and I’m left knowing that it’s all just one more thing that I don’t want to think about right now. I have more important things to concentrate on and fix, before I try and explain the past. It’s gone, people. Get over it. Please just let me move on, like I want to.
non bis in idem
