2006-06-28
Not just good, but great depression
My friend, the guy I met in the bar a few months ago, called me last night to tell me that over the weekend he tried to kill himself by taking all the medicine in his house. Just like that, as if he were talking about running errands that day: he went grocery shopping, did his laundry, and then took handful after handful of prescription pills. He's fine, didn't even get sick, but how the hell do you respond to that? Really, any conversation after the attempted suicide discussion tends to fall flat.
What's worse is that he's not getting any help. His doctor didn't do a damned thing to help him, he refuses to tell his parents and he's pretending that he doesn't have a problem.
I finally make a new friend, and he turns out to be crazier than I am.
In other sad (but not nearly as morbid) news, I can't believe Sleater Kinney broke up. I never even saw them play! Boo.
corin82 at 9:25 p.m.