If It Doesn’t Hurt It’s Embarrassing
So, I spent some time in the Emergency Room. I dreamed of roses.
In the middle of the night.
I was walking in my sleep. In the valley of dark dreams. In a river of shit so deep.
In the middle of the night. Blood pouring from my head. Still bleeding right now. All over the hotel bed linen. It’s the middle of the night.
My friend is pissed that I gave her name as my next of kin. I thought she was my friend.
I don’t know anyone else in Orange County.
So I’m in disgrace. What is worse?
So I want to die. Maybe that is worse.
Which is worse? To live or to die.
Dying or living with a woman you love who does not love you?