I feel incredibly sad reading about this persons life, struggles with addition, mental illness. I wish for her peace and serenity. I can see that she is really sick. I know on the outside that she has so much support, that everyone is rooting for her, And she keeps making these sad, lost and erratic decisions, f*cking up her own life.
You were passed out on the front lawn of the condo across the road for a good 15-20 minutes while I tried to figure out how to get you home. I couldn't carry you because I had Matilda.
Oh. That's no good.
Lots of people were standing around staring for the whole time. Some took pictures.
Well that's a bit f*cking rude.
As an afterthought, I say Maybe they thought me passing out in front of their condo was a bit f*cking rude also. I find this really funny, laugh my unhinged laugh for a moment and this makes you super upset. I try to explain Freud's theory on humour, but it is still too raw, not far enough away from my last drink for you to laugh. But one day maybe.
