Depression likes to drink a lot.
I can't refuse him because he calls all the time.
No one else will go to the bar with him.
After a few drinks he can't stop
bragging about how funny and creative
he is. I never say a word.
I wait until he's unconscious,
then carry him home.
19.2.07
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