about it, as the dude was lurking around, filming us.
What can I say? It was just all fucked up. But it gets
worse.
The cruise was the week of September 11.
Of 2001. Uh-huh. THAT 9/11.
We were in Jamaica, and the Jamaicans started freaking
out, talking about “Your Twin Towers are down!” Titus was
all mad about that, too.
• • •Once we got back to the boat, they were saying that all the
airports were shut down. We were supposed to be back in
the States the next day, but they were saying that nobody
would be able to ny home. ͳey let us stay on the cruise an
extra four days, for $300.
Me and my auntie decided we would pay it and stay on
the cruise. Titus couldn’t aĉord to stay. Why not? Because
he and his $50 was broke as hell, that’s why!
I was not about to pay for him. He was so upset, so mad
about that. He ended up having to sleep in the airport for a
night, and the next day, he got to fly back to LA.
When we got back to LA, we were still together, but not
really. On the one hand, we were breaking up, but just
couldn’t seem to actually do it. On the other hand, I still
thought I was going to marry him, and I thought I could
trust him. I felt this way even though he would take my car
and say, “Oh, I’m just going to go to the store and I’ll be
right back.” And he would be gone for, like, twenty-four