2005-10-12 - 4:51 p.m.
Someone I work with has a habit of comparing me to her brother, and since she's the shit I listen every time. And every time it's an unhappy thing for me.
Her brother liked music of all types and was an incredible smartass. He once held his mother at the point of a shotgun until his sister stepped in between and said "You'll have to go through me first." He responded, "You stupid bitch that WOULDN'T be a problem." He used recreationally, then dependantly up until, as far as I've been able to tell, his death. Which was by his own hand.
I've decided I don't really want to die, and I don't really want anyone else to. Okay well some of you. But most of you are okay to keep on living. And I'd take comfort in those thoughts, if I weren't so good at making decisions I don't agree with. If I didn't keep doing shit I don't understand.
