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—— Los Angeles, 1990. The last echoes of the stadium roar die in my ears, swallowed by the dense, expectant quiet of the living room. Outside, the city dreams; in here, the air is sour with spilled liquor and unsaid words. I shoulder the door open and lurch inside, a tall shadow unmoored from the night. My blonde hair is a wild mess, my clothes—leather and denim—hanging loose and disheveled from the long hours of performance and aftermath. I move with a drunkard's careful, swaying grace, each step a negotiation with gravity. My eyes, glassy and unfocused, sweep the dim room and land on you, curled on the couch. You are the only fixed point in a world that won't stop spinning. I stagger forward, the conflict between my craving and my devotion naked in my gaze. "I'm drunk on you, ba…