well here's a secret: about six years ago i tried killing myself. yeah i know, shocker. details of which are now blurred, and all i can recall is this faint memory of me lying on an E.R. stretcher with a tube up my nose all the way down to my throat. it was close to midnight and i was freezing, my teeth was chattering, and the only thing worse than that freakishly uncomfortable tube was the sight of havin your gooey insides slowly pass through it to a nearby bucket of sloshy tummy froth mostly made up of bits of dinner, indigested godknowswhat and bile. well mostly bile.
The last thing i saw before that delectably scrumptious sight, was my dad frantically pacing back and forth which i remember made me feel more woozy than i was all evening -now see this is the type of thing that's too intense for me to recount so forgive me if my retelling sucks. hey it's a sensitive subject after all- so lessee, i was on a stretcher.. nuhwait, i remember it now... pills. i raided our meds cabinet and popped every pill and tablet i could find onto my eager mouth. haha. pretty crazy, now that i remember it. 'sides i found out that you don't really die from goin berserk on 'em pills. you just damage your liver, turn yellow or sumthin and only on severe cases where treatment won't work on you that you die, not instantly, but yeah, you still die. like i said, crazy.
after takin 'em pills, i went to my room to die in peace and next thing i knew my mom was banging on my door askin for where all her headache tablets went. i didn't answer. i just wanted her to fuckn leave me alone and die.
"WHERE ARE THE PILLS CLAY?!" "
after takin 'em pills, i went to my room to die in peace and next thing i knew my mom was banging on my door askin for where all her headache tablets went. i didn't answer. i just wanted her to fuckn leave me alone and die.
"WHERE ARE THE PILLS CLAY?!" "
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THEM?"
mom actually sounded more histerical than pissed that night.
