01/21/2019 --- Somewhere in Outer Space Dear life, I give up you fuckers, you win, I quit! Seriously. Stop it!!!  --- Some random stranger screaming on the sidewalk heading in to a major department store Random flies skimming through the sky, laughing at me, worthless putz of a kindless fuck, wishing I was dead before the strike of noon, Eastern Standard Time. Misery loves company, that misery is better than the lost love who will haunt your dreams, make you wish you had emptied the bottle of whiskey in a giant gulp, sins of the father, drift into the son, transference, blame game, night time thoughts keeping him awake, is he worth the trouble to keep breathing? We sat there reading our obituaries drinking gasoline, lighting cigarettes as if we didn't care that the sky was raining down acid upon our heads, the gods angry at our misuse of words in the context of the situation. Suicide was not an option, according to Ann Landers, she told us in a letter addressed to Elv...