Saturday, February 20, 2016
Today
Today I spoke with a friend I hadn't seen all winter. We traded stories. He said: "I didn't even know he was depressed and then I heard a bang. He shot himself in the bathtub. My bathtub. I couldn't clean it up. It changed my life forever. I'm not innocent anymore. Now my father's dying, he's drinking himself to death. I'm going to move to New Mexico. I have a friend there and I can sell my art and ride my bicycle all year round."
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