Current mood:	cold
Current music:	Beatles - Let It Be

In My Life
"Whisper words of wisdom, let it be." - John Lennon

I feel like Nicholas Cage in "Leaving Las Vegas". I am drowning in a pool of alcohol, and everytime I indulge in some other drug it is as if someone dropped a hammerhead shark in that pool with me. Somehow, I always manage to beat the shark. Punch the nose, stab the eyes. Deep down, I know that one day the shark will win. You can bet your ass I'll be sitting in my underwear on a lawn chair, drinking a beer, waiting for it to happen. Aside from having to clean up a metric tonne of STAR WARS garbage at work I've had a rather satisfying day. Fabulous poisons were handed to me on a silver platter, I met a girl that seemed to be interested in me, and I found peace with the fire that burns within my stomach. A retina-burning bright light shines ahead, but I have become so accustomed to the shadows that I am afraid to leave. I am safe in this darkness. I am safe in this pool. I am safe behind these lead-paint walls. The walls are crumbling. The pool is overflowing. The darkness is becoming illuminated. I feel like a raccoon trapped in traffic during the unfamiliar sunny day. Please, just let me go home.