You try waking up at 3am every morning, throw on whatever smells clean and shove a handful of cheerios down your throat because you have no clean bowls, or uncurled milk. Then you head out of your trailer and get into your 1997 coupe mirage that looks like it’s a bad experiment involving metal and duct tape, just to throw your keys in the ignition, and getting a futile backfire. Now knowing your goanna be out of work today, you head back in and call your boss and let him know of your dead car.
He responds with the dreaded your fired routine. Feeling crappy you head back to sleep, only to wake up about 2 hours later to a loud banging on you door, and your girlfriend crying and screaming about how your best friend hung himself in his bathroom last night. Don’t give me any crap about how life sucks, or about how much self loathing you may have. I have been through hell and I still lived to tell the tale. There is nothing worth killing yourself over. Nothing