Friday, April 1, 2011
The car was filling up with gas His pipe line had worked, finally he had managed to do something right, he thought. Then lamented aloud; "and it's the last damn thing I'm ever going to do!" Which finally resolved him to take his life. He thought back on his life as it began to slip away from him. The years of medication, the years in rehab to get off the medication. The woman who he had loved with all his soul who had left him to go back to her husband. The attempts at writing a novel the publishers would buy. Carlos the closeted gay man who lied and told him he was an agent. His mother the only person in the world who loved him, murdered. Life hurts, death doesn't, he thought foggily as his life finally left him.