My name is Jason. You can call me J. I am an addict, a drunk. I suspect I have ASPD. I think I might be a benign sociopath, someone who truly wishes death upon no one but himself.

But I am also a loving soul, a warrior. One who has stayed alive for 49 years with little or no support from anyone. I hear the insane rantings of my brothers and sisters... and because I am just a SCRAP too sane for my own good, I think I might be in a position to help.

These days are hard. Endings and beginnings swirl all around us. We are in flux... we are the remnants, the flotsam and jetsam of the legacy of sad-ass humanity.

All I am saying? If you ever want someone to talk to?

I am right here. For now.