Thursday, August 5, 2010


Let me tell you about depression. It's sitting here with a burning ass that you can't jump into the tub and ease because people are coming over. It's publishing your first poetry chapbook in thirty years and not having anybody to celebrate with. Working near hordes of young females unable to get to first base because you're too old and don't make enough for them. Having a female friend move to Pittsburgh and being miserable, even though you weren't really that close anyway. Maybe having to go to hospital and putting it of because you hate hospitals. Being so damn lonely you've got nothing better to do than think over and over. That, my friend, is depression.

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