People like us we go insane sometimes when everyone else thinks we finally ought to have it made. I know. Flirting with it's seductive embrace day after day, I came to wonder if I ought to just go to the hospital, if maybe the best thing was to merely medicate my condition back into ignorance. It's a sharp shiny razor. Uphill wet and dark as hell, where there's no more vodka or sugar daddy to roll out into the dim light of Saturday afternoon, but you just can't stay at home alone another second... read more
