Sitting alone in a dank, dark studio apartment, watching "It's a Wonderful Life" for the 15th time on television with an empty bottle of cheap scotch. The cat is curled up in the corner and hasn't moved for days, you're wondering if it's even alive anymore, then feeling jealous because you don't think it is. You call your father only to hear on the other end "Why did your brother George have to be the one to go?" and your mother only sobs uncontrolably. You look over at the window cill where you put up the only 2 Christmas cards you recieved: One from your sister, Sally, who used to be your other brother Darryl, and one from the New Life Beginnings rehab center you left just a month ago.
That's right... it's Christmas. Hypothermia doesn't sound so bad after all.
2006-12-13
04:46:43
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