I am twenty-seven years old and have resisted steady work, meaningful uhhh “intimate” relationships, and any real stability because the other thing looked much worse. The conclusion that I guess I’m finally putting into words is that no matter how you live it, it is difficult and it hurts like hell and it is sort of creepy a lot of the time.
In other words: it don’t matter what kind of Halloween costume you got on, ’cause baby, it all blends into some weird grey feeling anyway. For each and every one of us, no matter what. Yeah.
Thank god we have animals. Oh boy! I’d really lose it if we didn’t have them.