Friend of mine comes up to me, sez he really, really agrees with everything I said in my last post. Like I was some kind of spiritual guide, some guru, a gourmet of those tastes as yet unsavoured by the mortal to1ngue. Which I find, well, kinda funny actually, considering I was actively attempting to OD at the time. Heh. Heh. You know how it is. Life is complicated. Nothing more embarrassing in the world than a failed suicide attempt. Sweet jesus, can’t even get that right. Okay, I admit, I exaggerate. To tell the truth: it was more of a general ambivalence as to whether I woke up the next day or not. The same uncaring indifference the sun, that great, irrefutable, brute immoral fact, shines down on all of us. Nothing I did mattered a shit damn anyway, no great loss and nothing to cry about.

We'll see, I guess. I guess we’ll see tomorrow.