End of July

It’s been a huge long time since I’ve posted. I don’t know when I’ll post again. I’m in everyone’s favorite state of being: miserable sadness. I can’t write without being snooped on and confronted negatively. I think I almost died in April. Literally. No shit. Four days in the hospital attached to every monitor an ICU can muster.

I broke free from my apartment this week for three hours and paid hell for it by drunkenly accepting a free admittance card to a go-go bar. It was just a card for getting in—didn’t even consider going. I’m not that dumb. Anymore.

I might as well have been given a seashell that said come suck a mermaid’s tits. That’s how she reacted. The way I said thanks to the person handing out the cards (by the thousands) blew my girlfriend’s mind out. She won’t accept that I’d sooner pay money for air than do the go-go bar scene. Been there. Done that. Had the girlfriend. I think that’s what drove her crazy. She’s the jealous type.

So no blog posts. No twitter. Just isolation. And a trip to the pharmacy every now and then.