The rest of the week leading up to the show, Laramie would stop in at least once a day to see me, make sure I’d been sleeping well. And I had, thankfully. He showed me parts of his character that I hadn’t known existed. We got to know each other on a deeper level, our likes and pet peeves. We didn’t argue at all, and he didn’t bring up anything about us getting together anymore. Which was a pity, since my heart was thawing out toward this new, thoughtful version of the man. I didn’t know if that was a good thing.
He was still a major ass, but what he said about public and private personas made sense. How he acted with the hangers-on versus the way he talked to me was worlds apart. It had to be hard to keep up with it all.
“Am I crazy?” I asked Evan on New Year’s Eve as I helped him with
