( I've never known such pain. I've never known such pleasure. I fucking hate you. I fucking love you. )
I was intrigued. They said I should come with them that night to check this studio out.
"What are you going to introduce me as??Will I be coming as a painter? A model? A musician? A writer?" I asked.

"Yes.", They laughed.
"Anton will tell you what your gifts are. He knows everything. You just HAVE to meet Anton."
I closed up the pub a couple hours later and took of for Oz and to meet this enigmatic wizard..this artistic guru that "could make or break you."

He did both.




That first month in our new apartment, I decided to make Blaek a music mix of what I felt for him. I searched my mind and made the above mix for him, which I called "Midnight Somewhere".
I told him to listen very hard to every lyric because it was precisely what I felt for him. A month later he made me his music mix "reply" which started a two and a half year dialogue between us in the form of a musical soap opera/she said..he said. But this one was the first and it took me a week to recall it all from memory, in order.
Here it is.

(  (from the arms of danger) funniest part was the danger was right in our being home )

Many years later, when Vince became my boyfriend, he
said "Now I know why Blaek kept me up all night talking to you. You're a great conversationalist and one of the most interesting people I've ever met."

( We would have such a very good time Such a fine time Such a happy time And I remember how we'd play, Simply waste the day away.. Then we'd say Nothing would come between us..... Two dreamers )
I had lived with so many lovers. I had slept with so many people. I had muses and I have acted as muse. But this love affair caught me off gaurd. With all the people I had loved and been loved by, this was the first time the object of my adulation -understood- me.
Just as I understood him.

Falling in love and being in love with Blaek was like finding 'god' again. Not as in -he- became my 'god' or that I 'worshiped' him, but love became my religion. As readers of this know, I was -very- religious in my youth. Even when my mind became sure there -was- no god, all the catholic soaked teachings of my mother didn't really 'go' anywhere. All the devoted passion, all the intensity, all dark rooms dotted in candlelight still lingered somewhere in my mind yet had no outlet for a long time.
So falling that deeply in love was like finding god again. The faith I once had, all the prayers I once said, all the begging and pleading for some sort of release came full circle and it was both the most frightening and wonderful thing I had ever felt. Love was my new religion and the messiah had finally arrived. He had come to save my soul, forgive my sins, and deliver me from my own hell. Blaek was the one I had been waiting for. And there he stood.
( And yet I didn't have the wisdom to recognize him when he finally came )
That's when he said "It's always midnight somewhere in the world" and then kissed me for the first time. We kissed on and off for the next few hours. When I got home at four a.m., my auntie asked me if I had fun.
"Oh, yes. I also just met the man I'm going to marry." I answered.
I went to my desk and wrote my first poem since the suicide attempt.

Mine sort of did. Or better said, life as I knew it ended at the stroke of midnight.
( December of 1999 found me wrestling with many things )
The countdown to midnight began and everybody was wondering if the computers and electricity would shut down. Midnight struck, and nothing changed. Everybody cheered and kissed. The music started again and I continued to dance.

That's when I saw him. He was watching me dance. He looked like he stepped out of my daydreams and night fantasies.

I do not believe in love at first sight.

And yet, I was pretty damned close to being in love the very second I first laid eyes on Blaek.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCD4rtcOgHE

First song we danced to, though I believe the version that night was a remix.

My apologies to the people that keep asking me/reminding me to continue with this project. I kept telling myself that it's because I work out an hour a day, work at my bar 8-12 hours a day, clean, write my real work, read and have very little time left over for sleep, not to mention writing for just myself. Yet upon further reflection, I believe I have been stalling because deep inside, I know what's coming up. My twenties were (are) the shining yet filthy time in which I was (am) at my best and at my worst...and I alone know what's coming up. It embarrasses me, but in the same breath, I am proud of what I did. The shame and pride i have in regards to my early twenties make it a difficult time for me to go into.
( I cannot and do not regret it though.. )

I have NEVER been able to stop loving somebody. I have NEVER been able to say "No" to somebody that I loved. And if a day ever comes that I do not help someone in need, just kill me. Because I would never want to be such a person.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B138KBFhTRw

It's been exactly one decade since I almost succeeded in taking my own life. ( And I have always found it so offensive that people thought it was over a break up )

I kept my word to my brother. No matter how much darker and more sinister my life and love affair with drugs got, no matter how ill and paniced, no matter how desperately I wanted out of whatever hell I created for myself, I kept my promise.
I never tried to kill myself again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=91WgM6dNLTE

Song Jim played just before having me promise to stay put and survive. It has sort of become an important song between us. ::hugs for my big brother::

That's about when the panic attacks started. ( We meandered for a brief while and... )

I spent a couple weeks at my mothers house, chain smoking and pacing around in a daze. That's when I went over everything the whole last year included and realized the only way out was death.
( The first of my three attempts that summer was half assed )
It was during this third and final suicide attempt that summer of 1999 that I left a note explaining myself.

I was on life support and in my coma for 6 days.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJ2gBh-_mVA

( I find out what Chris was doing behind my back )
He said it was my fault and I believed every single word of it.
He also had already extracted my "promise" to stick by him, come what may.
How was I suppose to know that his sins were so sick.
I had promised to stand by my man. Even though he was involved in child pornography. Even though he was coaching men on date rape. Even though he got fired for these things and I only got part of how bad it was. I gave him my word and I hated him for guilting me into it.
I hated myself even more.
A few months later, I laid in a coma after trying to take my own life.
So deep was that hatred.
So complete was my self loathing.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5zFsy9VIdM

I was listening to alot of Talking Heads that year.

( I've lived my life on alcohol. I've lived my life on pills. )
O, but they -did- happen.
The domino effect was profound.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DLBlFq4oE2I

( 'O god, Chris..you mean I'm addicted? Really and Truly physically addicted? What am I going to do?' )
Midnight came and went.
"Happy New Year, baby!! Let's make 1999 the best year ever!!"
"Shut the fuck up and just fill my glass!!"
I had devoted 1998 to drugs. 1999 I would be a slave to the drink. I was nineteen.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUxP5fHwY2w

This whole album suddenly became of the utmost importance to me.

( I know this will probably hurt his feelings when he reads this. Sorry, Daddy, but here's the truth of how it all went down )

Not until they divorced more than seven years later did my little brother learn he had siblings.

After a few more hours talking to my brother, I finally went home to wash the day off of me. I placed a few more pills on my tongue and let them sensually slide their way down my throat. Then I laid down and waited for the drugs to take me far away.
They did not disappoint.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUil0GON7-c

And this is when this song became so important to me.




This is my big brother Jim in the late 1990s.

( They should bottle teenaged audacity and sell it )
I had to take triple the dosage but I still pride myself in the fact that they said I'd be bedridden for at least a few weeks and 23 hours after surgery I was cooking and hosting a dinner party for 8.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p59L5eY51Jw

This was our song. No, I didn't pick it. He made the decision. He made all our decisions. I was just too stoned to argue.

Things were alright at first. They always are.

( debauchery, drugs, and more surgery )
"I do now."


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39YUXIKrOFk

I *hate* having to put this here, however it has to do with the story. After I got home from the doctors and it slowly began to dawn on me that I was going to have to have yet another painful surgery, Chris told me to sit on the couch. He then put this song on, did a strip tease, and proceeded to dance about our livingroom like a crazed gorilla. So whenever I think about this week, I am forced to remember this song and Chris using it to make me laugh.

Hallucinogen. From the Latin 'halucinari' (to meander mentally) and from the Greek 'genes', meaning "to be born".
Psychedelics. From the Greek 'psyche' meaning 'soul' and 'delos' (to be visible, seen or evident).
This explains ALOT of my behavour and poor decision making skills from the late 90's. When in doubt, blame it on all the groovy drugs.

( Read more... )
I had no way of knowing the drastic, damning, and doomed effect my year with him would cause me. Noone was there to tell me "Wait! Stop! You are not ready for this!! This is sick and twisted and you are not ready to take such things on!!"
I just did as I always did at eighteen. Took a look around, assessed the situation at hand, and shouted in my effusive way "Hell Yeah!! I'm Game!! Get your rifle!!"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPpUFBVSyWs

Song I got into at this edge of my time line.

( Read more... )
"Good girl" he said before he kissed me. It was the first time we kissed. I moved in the next day. By the next week we were playing 'rape'. A month later, I was knee deep in the world of fantasy and was fucking my 'teacher', my 'boss', and 'my preist' on a regular basis. We were engaged pretty quickly. I was a full blown addict before the year ended and by the next summer I was sitting in a mental ward after my third suicide attempt in a row, trying to forever erase from my mind what I had done and what had been done to me.
I was unsuccessful.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqsyXdj_p_I

Even though he wasn't into Radiohead himself, Chris bought this album for me.

It doesn't matter who ends the relationship or even if it was good or bad. I always just go off by myself to think about all that occured and mourn the loss in my own way. A month or so after Darell and I broke up, I was in bed with Kelly and Leslie, smoking a ciggie and speaking in tragic, lofty riddles about life's complexity. ( Read more... )
I turned around and saw Chris for the first time.
We never made it back to the museum. Once again, sex and drugs got in my way.

This is Lewy dressed as Hunter S. Thompson the night we went to the premier of 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas'. We should NEVER have screened that movie for the first time while tripping because we had to go back the next week to find out which were the LSD delusions and which were just Terry Gilliams special efforts. Heh.


I had just bought this album. Always loved this track.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Y58Q2Nb1p4

( Read more... )
"So you are basically choosing to deny your responsibilty in this and opting to share just the good times with me?", I asked.
He thought it over for awhile before nodding.
It was perhaps the most honest he ever was with me.
I left him for good shortly after that.

This was our song.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bX0wTiTiimU

A few days before I was to become a legal adult, I went to Kelly and Leslie.
"I think my hair should be purple..or maybe blue. What do you guys think?" I asked. ( Read more... )

Song of the Evening

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CQKy4-_RiMk

Me around the age of 18 when clubbing meant everything. Even then I dressed how I felt, be it demonic or angelic. Whats amazing to me is how tiny I was 6 months before this and after moving in with Darell I put on 30 pounds "like that". A year later, I dropped the 30 pounds in a month. Oh, I was tiny again. But my doctor said it was the rapid weight loss that caused the gall stones. But having my gallbladder removed still didn't happen until a year after this point in my time line. I just felt it was important to note that my drastic bouncing back and forth between over weight and under weight started around here. All my adult life, I have been told "you need to drop a stone" or "you need to gain some weight. this is ridiculous." I have friends that have had battles with one or the other. Friends always heavy and in search of the next diet or my modeling friends who battled weight in the other direction. But to the best of my knowledge, I am the only person I know who has been on both sides of that coin and therefore can understand boths problems.


I decided blue and purple were nice, but in my soul I was a redhead and should remain as such.

( Read more... )
I took out a fresh piece of stationary and wrote it all out for the first time.
Dinah.Zuzen.Donovon.
I turned 18 two weeks later.
me around the time of my name change

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uN0yI-ambNY

Song from this place and time.

( Read more... )
"Do you still have those white pills I gave you last week??", he asked me.
I didn't even remember. I dumped my purse out on the table and there they were.
"Okay great!!", he said."Take one and you'll be feeling a thousand times better. Whatever you do, don't them all. You're too small. It might kill you."
I hung up the phone, gave it no more than 2 seconds of thought, stuck them all in my mouth, and chased them down with a shot of brandy.
( Read more... )
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z3OXDwmlEZE

We listened to ALOT of Beatles that weekend before I had my bummer.

Before I continue on with the story, ( Read more... )
I could tell from his wistful sigh that he was ready to talk about getting back together. I looked around the room and relized I had -just- moved in with someone else and that I was royally screwed. I still loved Carlo and I knew that Darell would never live up to him. If I had thought for one second that Carlo would ever have taken me back, I would have waited. Because I thought he was long gone forever, I moved on.
Yet I had made a horrible mistake and I would have to live with the consequences.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7ayawh378Q

I'm still not sure why, but during the Spring and Summer of 1997, this became my "happy song". When I was high or in a good mood, I'd just break into "Love plus one". Can't believe I'm admitting to it either, but there ya go. Lol.

He and I tripping like crazy at Epcot.

You know, I've been trying to think of a delicate way to express my relationship with the two losers I was with back to back for the last part of the 1990s, but there is really no cleaned up, romantic way to express it. They were out and out pathetic, and after I "became" Dinah Donovon, I lived in fear of bumping into either Darryl or Chris at a club or something and having people -know- I use to sleep with either of them. Really awful. But alright, here it goes. ( Read more... )
I wasn't so aware of such things in my youth, so I just turned a blind eye, saw what I liked and ignored what I disliked. I wasn't even happy after I dyed his hair blue/black. I took him to Kelly and Leslie, handed Kelly a pair of sissors and whispered "you know what I want."
I found it much more enjoyable fucking him after I tricked him into getting a new wave haircut. I may have been -wearing- submissive gear at the time, but I was NOT a submissive *inside*. Not yet, anyway.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_pvgQNhRoI

Ok, so far, I have been attaching songs of personal importance at the time in my story I've been discussing... but this time it is different. Just this past summer, I was talking to my friend who first met me on stage when I sat in with my first band. He sent this song to me (a liam lynch parody that I had not heard before) and told me "that was you circa 97', 98', di. Before you stylized your show. The lyrics, his movements, everything about this video reminds me of the night I first met you. This was a teenaged you on stage to a tee!! Even down to sticking "man" in every other lyric, improvising, jumping about, and doubling up your tempo for an impressive, tongue tied finish."
So, I watched it and laughed my ass off, because I didn't relize this was how I came off back then when I played. Very embarrassing, however, very amusing.

That Valentines day weekend was highly eventful. ( Read more... )
Due to the whole "Amy threatening to kick my ass" thing, I accepted a ride to cast party that night with Darrell. He started as a groupie, earned the part of Riff, became my friend, then boyfriend, then lover, and within 6 months of accepting a ride from him to cast meeting, he had broken my back.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3frcQwZt324

Swen gave me my first Sisters of Mercy album that month. This has always been one of my favourites from it.


This is Cujo and I stoned, a few years after we became friends.

( Read more... )
But enough about the present. On with the gift of the past. For if I was feeling 'normal', this is what I would be doing.
( Read more... )
So I slept with both of them for a week but when he wanted to continue to fuck me without her being there, imagine my surprise when she said "okay". It was perhaps just a few weeks later when I was doing a promo for the rock and roll hall of fame on Valentines Day Weekend and he showed up with gifts for me. When I went on break he was grinning from ear to ear and said "the biggest gift of all is that I broke off my engagement with Amy and kicked her out yesterday. Now we can be together."
But I didn't -want- to be with him. I also didn't -want- her to start showing up at our preformances, at my work, and at my home threatening to "kick my ass". Luckily our cast director Christy sheilded me from Amy's wrath and physical blows one night and shouted "You did this to yourself!! I have a whole cast of people that know you were begging her to sleep with you guys until she finally relented. Now you wanna 'kick her ass' because your man wants her instead? She doesn't want him. She thought she was doing you a favour!! Besides, who's the only minor in this triangle? Who's the only one in this scenerio that's underaged?"
I guess she understood the threat because Amy looked at me, looked at Christy, looked back at me and then left. I never saw or heard from her again.
Christy turned to me and said "Go get into costume. She won't be bothering you anymore."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XeXimHgkTkI

Audio memory from that night

and he simply smiled...he told me not to worry... he told me just to take my time." ( Read more... )
After they left, I returned home and basically zoned out in front of a window for a week smoking, crying, and dwelling on my loss and his death.
Before I knew it, it was New Years Eve and Jimmie came.
"Get dressed. Scott just got some grade A acid and if anyone deserves to escape their mind, it would be you and the time would be now."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FBm-m67d3Bg

Swen soon enough replaced Jimmie as my best friend. This was our song

( Read more... ) After that, my relationship with her changed and we were much closer than we ever had been prior. Its almost like in sharing his death together, a bond between us was born.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTU9oBw99oM

Before he died, uncle told me this was his and aunties song

On a personal sidenote, I considered abandoning this project altogether. After a very trying week of emotional yo-yo-ing, I pulled a textbook Dinah. I reacted without thinking, emoting without reflection. I fell into a pool of hurt and cried, danced, drank, and at the end of it all, attempted to cleanse myself by confessing my sins to the person most on mind, usually the person it would hurt me most if they "knew". See, believe it or not, I'm a private, and some might say even secretive person. To feel better through pain. To be forgiven by baring all. And what bigger pain would there be then to direct my real father directly to these pages? None. So I did so. Then regretted it. I did some light editing. A sentance here. A word there. Then I regretted censoring myself for someone that's taken so little interest in my life beyond the age of twelve. I had this journal locked down, then unlocked. I began this for a -reason-. To have it all here is to cease having it inside -me-. Its taken me since the first week of august just to reach the middle of my 17th year. My goal is to have it finished by the time I turn thirty this coming august. I've never let a man stand in the way of my goals before and I'll be goddamned if I start now. Even if it is my father. So daddy, friends, or strangers, read on. I hand over the beautiful, brutal, blessed and bitter truth of how I got to where I am. Eat up. Soups on. ( Read more... ) A few hours later, he died in my arms.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94b5UXn9jhM

When I started this whole little autobiography this summer I made a vow to tell all of it. And I knew the time would come to confess the worst of my sins to the world. This chapter contains the first of many, many mistakes that shame me to this day. And although I have been forgiven by the one I wronged and even though I was only 17 and doing what I felt was right, to this day, whenever I look into my exes eyes, I can see the lie I told in there. I cannot look at Carlo and -not- remember what I did to him. He's long since gotten over it. I never did. ( Read more... ) Just like that, my world shattered. *This* event in my life is why I am so anti-lies and liars nowadays. I have seen with my own eyes the pain a lie from my lips can cause. I picked up the phone to call Carlo and hear all the terrible and damning things he had to say to me. As the phone rang, I bowed my head, knowing I needed to hear them as badly as he needed to say them. After all, he was right.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8Cw04mCTtI

Seventeen year old self sounds like..

I think about life and I think about death.. And neither one particularly appeals to me..." ( Read more... ) I started to wonder exactly how many opiates, downers, and alcohol it would take to let me sleep always. It was a fleeting idea.. No more than a notion or unborn thought. Yet still, it hung in my mind.. Lingering like smoke.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppCyIdkoXGk

how 1996 sounded to me

Me dressed in my veils, as always. Seventeen years of age.

If I had gotten sick a mere year or two earlier, I would have felt a resigned peace. I still belived in "god", "heaven", and "everlasting life". However, after a few years of doubt and study, I had come to the decision that there was no god. Since I knew this to be a fact, dying didn't scare me very much. I didn't particularly wanna die...but I wasn't exactly enjoying life either. ( Read more... ) And that's when I started to scream.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrEevJ-F5aY

more of what i was listening to from this era in my life

I will fit in a lifetime of fun now" ( Read more... ) This forced me to drop the "I'm ok, everythings ok" charade and call my boyfriend to tell him what the doctor told me. Carlo was silent for a long time. Then he finally said "stay there, I'm on my way." Our trial seperation ended early that night.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsdIcJpH_TQ

another song carlo and i were into

Before I continue writing about 1996, I just want to make a little statement. Obviously I have been super busy and have not had time to focus on this in a month. In that time, I have been asked by the few people that know about my story and past "Why have you not mentioned two key things? You are 'telling all' in this blog and yet you have failed to make any mention of your past mental illness and what put you there. What gives?"
I should have seen those questions coming. The answer is simple. These are -my- memories of the past. How can I be honest and complete about things I do not recall. All -those- things didn't come to me clearly until I had left New York and was in Chicago. Therefore, I have no intentions of bringing it up until i start writing about 2006. Could I be stalling to give myself more time to understand it? That is absolutely possible. However, again, it makes no sense to talk of such things until I reach the point in my adulthood where all the pieces of my mind became one rational stream of thought.

( Read more... )

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlYoYipVXUE

Song Carlo never failed to play from the jukebox selection at the poolhall.

A month or so after the party, I was doing some filing for my mother at her office. Before I could stop her, she grabbed my oversized blouse and lifted it. ( Read more... )
I was "pretty" and I was content. I was pretty content. It didn't last.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUfUTV1JqU4

I started devouring all of Carlo's Cd's

( Read more... )

The one thing the tape doesn't show was my mother taking me off to the side and saying "I can't believe you did all this just for me."
It was more of a question than a statement.
"With all I've done to you? With all I made you go through? Still, you wanted to do this for me? Why? Why?"

I was only 16 and I was drunk so i just cried "Because I love you!"
This part stays in my memory because it is the ONLY time in my 29 years on the planet that mum has said anything close and she said it so quietly that I think she was saying it moreso to herself than to me.
"You're so much better a person than I am."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K62DdoFoNeg

For some reason in my teenaged drunkenness, I made the musician I hired play this tune repeatedly, announcing "This is now a duet, Gary" and joining in. Good Times.

One of my three jobs was working for a painter. So I started painting everything in sight. Early 1996

( Read more... )
If Carlo hadn't been so wonderful to me, if the boyfriend I had directly after Jeff had likewise been unstable and cruel, then to this day, I would accept men treating me in an unacceptable manner. The fact that I insist on at least some degree of respect from men now is completely credited to Carlo "undoing" all that Jeff had done.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2NrIALcNOw

Carlo- How can you have called yourself a Smiths fan for 5 years and have NEVER heard 'How Soon Is Now'?

me- "My Brother never put it on any of the tapes he gave me!!"

Carlo- "Good God Woman!" (puts said song into cd player)

I'm not going to sit here and lie "I felt so great about leaving Jeff." Doing so devestated me. I was broken. I can't say I was surprised, shocked, nor stunned. However when it finally happened, I felt lost. I had been leaning on this man and his thoughts towards me for so long that in the middle of January 1996, I was just in complete disarray. What was I suppose to do with myself now? ( Read more... )
Carlo with the bleeding yin-yang tattoo on his perfectly formed calf. Carlo with his peirced nipples and eager laugh. Carlo who never laughed at my clothes, only appreiciating the way they framed my figure. He never scolded. He made me laugh. He loved me and never let me doubt it. He never struck me and the one time he raised his hand like he was about to, I cowered away from his hand. I shyed away from it because -that- was the habit Jeff had instilled in me. THAT had been my reality. Carlo pulled me close to him and almost started to cry simply saying "I can't believe what that asshole has done to you. He better hope I never see him again, because he could turn me into a nonpascifist like *that*", he snapped his fingers in a rare show of anger.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MGt8H_UToJQ

Carlo's picked this as "our song"


Carlo in early 1996.

( Read more... )
He started to cry hysterically, begging me not to leave him. I grabbed his bag of powder and slammed the door. With that, it was offically over.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBcHqGN15Sg

this was the song that jeff mentioned that caused me to put two and two together

*names changed

The rest of that week was just more of the same. One would think I would have ended it right then and there after what I had just been through. Although I left him within a few weeks, it was not because of all that had occured in that hotel room. I was bound and determained to not abandon him when I felt I was most needed. Two separate things combined to finally give me the strength of mind and charactor to leave my 26 year old fiancee' of three years. The first was an acid trip at a club when I discovered who I "really was". The second was the discovery that my lover had been cheating on me with countless people. It was the fact that my best girlfriend was one of them that truly burnt beneath my skin. I was 16. ( Read more... )
"Let's dance."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zq7xyjU-jsU

( Read more... )
By the time I returned, Jeff had crawled back into the now freezing bathwater. It was nearly black with his thick blood. Many shallow cuts and a couple large ones made alot of blood yet he still had enough strength to make me dress the wounds. He was suddenly right as rain with plenty of energy to continue the trainwreck.
With intermission over we started phase two, the second half of the week from hell.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cg0cmhjdiLs