Trauma Is Survivable, But Often Not Much

And As Ridiculous As It May Sound, Sometimes All Any Of Us Needs In Life Is For Someone To Hold Our Hand And Walk Next To Us.

The Young Man Came To The Old Man Seeking Counsel. I Broke Something, Old Man. How Badly Is It Broken? It's In A Million Little Pieces. I'm Afraid I Can't Help You. Why? There's Nothing You Can Do. Why? It Can't Be Fixed. Why? It's Broken Beyond Repair. It's In A Million Little Pieces.

Laughing And Love. They Are Both Drugs.

They Had Dreams But They Called Them Dreams Because They Were Unrelated To Reality, They Were A Distant Unknown, An Impossibility, They Would Never Come True.

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.