Poor Jennifer had a heck of a night last night. I hope she’s sobered up, somewhere safe, and turns out to be a bit more sane in the morning. Last night she was at Changes in full on paranoid frenzy. Unable to sit still, rambling about how Ashley Simpson stole songs she sings in the shower, and uses the footage, airbrushed of course, in the videos. Several times she asked me if I was real, or a spy for the government. After I left, I hear she got kicked out because she started accusing one of the regulars of trying to kill her.
I can’t imagine what it’s like trying to establish a new persona under a new gender; I can certainly understand the feeling that being wasted might help with nervousness, if only it didn’t detract from effectiveness and quality of conversations. Here’s hoping I see you again, under better circumstances.