mohollyweird

life does'nt get easier these days.
My buddy Harry o.d.'d last night. I mean, his body was found last night. Another wake I gotta go to now. This one makes Me very sad. Harry was a ex-con ex-skinhead with SERIOUS lack of social skills and a serious Crystal Meth habit topped off with a dash of black tar. I met him about a week after He'd gotten off the streets and was about four days clean, a year and a half ago. He'd stay clean for a few months then slip. I saw him last month as a newcomber to the meetings I go to again, and gave him a great big hug, He smiled his fucked up under bite smile and really hugged Me back.
So He's dead.
And I'm in a bad way in a need of some joy.
i'm gonna make it out tonight to O'Brians and make a ass outta' Myself if there is Kereoke. I'm gonna squeal and scream something Irish and sad.
Also, My Sister is still off her rocker and if she dies in the next month, i will most def' blame My parents who refuse to talk to each other, depite their daughters dying. There fucking egos are going to kill her.
I'm a little angry and blue sounding, but really I'M doing ok, I'm just despairing for the rest of the woild, Yuh know?
God bless all.