At a gay club and I feel a disconnect where there shouldn’t be. I’m here And I know not why I am here. Why do I subject myself to this place? Oh, and I do subject myself to it. I get too drunk to drive. Its the only way I can stand it. The only way I can become that fire-eyed boy that I always wanted to be. But this is probably the worst place on earth. A den of thieves, and I am a reluctant thief.

The mistake was always living with people who didn’t want to see you disappear, so you never got to…

It’s always too early, or you’re in the middle of it, but its never too late.

Honor every name you’ve had. Honor every name you’ve left behind. Build any monument you can; from sticks, stones, razors, pills, and anything else that acted as a standard, or a banner for your love of yourself above all others.