Call it a midlife crisis. Call it a justifiable reaction to what reality around me has become. Call it a complete breakdown of my mental well being. Just don’t call it a comeback. There’s no coming back from this.

I figure I’ll just let go. Go into the light. I’m still alive, but mentally I’ll be already gone.

Weeeeeeee!!! Let’s fall down on the ice again, and explode into a million pieces, and eat some rock candy! That’s not candy! It’s my toe! That’s what Joe Walsh used to say. Smoooooooke on the water…a pencil in your eye…

stares blankly at a wall

That leprechaun smells like toast.