Invisible

David's a mess, Man.

I heard he started hitting the crystal.

The shit burned right through his teeth.

Yo, that kid had it all.

But then I hear he started living in a van.

What the hell?

Look, you started playing my shit, dog.

Splat, you know that's my shit.

- Dude, come on. - What the fuck, man.

You write the verse? You write the hooks?

Yeah, I wrote the hook!

Fuck this, I'm out, dog.

Fuck this shit.

He's gonna die out there on those streets, yo.

I mean, what can you do, right?

He's a junkie now.

There's nothing you can do.

"David Sandstrom.

Generic mirtazapine.

"Pernafin oxy."

Where's the after party, David?

Where's the after party?

Oh.

Damn, it's heavy.

Are you okay?

It's heavy.

Oh, do you need help?

You just trying to move this?

Yeah, over there.

Okay.

Okay, take care.

Nobody wants to help his ass anymore.

That fool burned all his damn bridges.

Yeah.

Hello?

Hi, it's Larry from Neon Music.

I'm sorry, who?

Oh, I'm looking for David Sandstrom.

This was one of the contact numbers I had for him.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, no worries, um, I'm a friend of his.

CB, like the radio.

Cool. CB.

Right, so do you know where I could find David?

I don't, actually.

Right.

So he sent us a bunch of tracks a few years back.

Music tracks.

And there's some serious interest in getting them released.

I basically need his signature on a couple of contracts,

and he's got some money coming his way.

Uh-huh.

So, can you get the word to him

to call me so we could set this all up?

Yeah, I don't know if, if that, um

Listen, these tracks are really something special, man.

Your boy's got some real talent, all right?

Just, just keep my number in case you talk to him, okay?

I appreciate that.

I basically need his signature on a couple of contracts,

and he's got some money coming his way.

These tracks are really something special, man.

Shit, man, I fucking wrote that shit.

You going somewhere?

Hey, Becks.

Um, I'm heading up north for a while.

Gonna see if I can find David.

For reals?

Your friend who disappeared?

Yep.

Hey, uh, do me a favor and, um, tell your mom,

um, thanks for everything,

and I'll keep in touch.

And when I'm back in town,

I'll see if the space is still available.

Oh, and the, the kitchen floor,

it's all done, so.

Oh, I nearly forgot this.

That's for you.

Good luck finding your friend.

It's so sad when people get hooked on drugs.

Thanks.

Every time I pass by one

of those homeless encampments,

I wonder if David is in there.

It breaks my heart.

And then I wonder if those people in those tents

are just like David.

Lost.

Once someone's friend.

Someone who people miss.

I pray he's with God now, in peace.

So are these from the actual organization?

Yeah, they are.

Oh, God!

You know, I have never wished harm

on anyone in my entire life,

but if there was some way that I could make Dr. Clark,

you know, the RSD patient who's dealing

with the insurance companies and family disbelief and

Yeah, I think, I think we've all felt

what you said, Margaret.

Naomi.

Would you like to share something?

Heather, I'd like to say something.

- Mm-hmm. - I'm still trying

to get diagnosed.

- Hmm. - I'm starting to question

my own sanity.

They tell me that I don't meet the criteria for CRPS.

It took me three doctors before I was diagnosed.

Getting a diagnosis is half the battle.

We've all been through it,

including the self doubt and...

And...

Excuse me, who the hell are you?

I'm sorry, I'm just...

Is, is Chris around?

Did you not see the sign,

"A group session is in progress"?

I'm sorry.

Sorry.

That's bizarre.

Um, so anyway, Charles,

part of the group is sharing doctor information.

So hopefully there is a diagnosis on the way.

Heather, thank you.

Especially starting this group.

Yeah, thank you.

What the hell?

Oh, my God, what the hell are you doing here?

It's so good to see you, man.

Likewise. Good to see you, too.

You again.

These are for you.

You guys know each other?

No, he just interrupted my meeting.

I'm sorry about that,

but I hope you can forgive me.

My name is Chris.

Well, friends call me CB, like the radio.

I'm sorry I barked at you.

Heather.

Chris.

Phone call for you, it sounds urgent.

All right.

I'll be right back.

Lotta Chris's today.

Oh, I'm sorry, were you gonna,

were you gonna say something? - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

That's probably why I go by CB.

How do you guys know each other?

You first.

We used to work in a bar together,

and we did some music stuff.

But it's just been a while since I've seen him.

So, do you guys work together or something?

Uh, no, I just rent a space for my meetings.

It's a really nice space.

Yeah.

Yeah, I remember it when I was a kid.

I, I, I have to go.

Can you tell Chris...

The other Chris. Ha, funny.

That I will call him later?

Yeah, sure, no problem.

Okay.

See you around maybe, I guess.

- Hey. - Where'd Heather go?

Um, she got a text or something.

Had to split.

Fuck, I wanted to talk to her about the schedule.

Well, she said she'd give you a call.

Oh. All right, good.

Um, what do you say, Molly's?

Sure.

I'm parked over here.

All right.

What can I get for you fellas.

Uh, single malt, neat, double.

For you?

Just a soda water.

Well, to David.

You remember that night at the studio

with those two dancers?

The brunette?

Wow!

I can't even remember her name,

but she was like, perfection.

Hmm.

And the blonde was doing lines

of Adderall off David's chest?

Yes, they both were.

Oh, that was one hell of a night, man.

We were so fucked up.

Hey, you know, me and that blonde.

Hmm.

We hooked up, mm-hmm.

Good for you.