Who Would Miss Me?
As I sit here trying to figure out my next move and not finding any answers I am struck by how few people would care if I died. I can count them on one hand, the rest of the world for various reasons...
View ArticleChickenshit
I sat there under my trees in the park, two bottles of Seroquel and a 24 ounce beer in front of me. I couldn’t do it. A friend had texted me earlier asking how I was doing. I replied and told her...
View Article