I drank 3/4 of a bottle of rum the other night. I was trying to forget, trying to stay alive, hoping to have some fun for a change. But it took me getting high tonight to remember what I forgot when I blacked out the other night. Nothing I can do can recreate the haze and confusion of that night. So you know what, you piece of shit, I’m killing myself because of one more notch on my belt. Kiss my ass.