Chapter 6: Things Will Get Better
Downtown Turtle Bay Reef
Shell Street
Turtle Bay Reef Apartments
Apartment 3-B
July 20, 20—
6:02 P.M.
My yes and no undertakings that evening:
Yes, I kept a tidy apartment. Everything had its own place. I wasn’t untidy or unorganized.
No, my life wasn’t really in a state of disarray. I wouldn’t live that way. Never.
Yes, I had a slight obsessive compulsive disorder thing going on inside my head, but only according to my close friends. It wasn’t anything to see a shrink about.
No, I wasn’t crazy. At least most of my friends believed I wasn’t crazy. But what did they know?
No, I didn’t like it when things were out of place, sort of how I didn’t like it when people had their lives out of whack. Honestly, my world flourished as well-organized but n
