In two weeks I will be, once again, living in Phoenix. I rented an apartment and bought a bed. It remains to be seen if this return after 6 months in Mexico and 3 months in Los Angeles will be any different from the last stay here (August 2013-14).
I can’t seem to drum up any real excitement. This is a financial move. I’m sure you are all tired of hearing about how I fell into this deep depression and how much I just want to have this life be over and sleeping without loneliness, depression and physical weakness.
Forgive me if I bore you all, forgive me if my story is not as dramatic as others. I just have no where else to go to to unburden the deep sadness.
A return to the desert seems most appropriate. My apartment is next to a VFW hall where they have frequent gun shows. As anti-NRA as I am, I may just buy a hand gun.
For those of you here who are young…..fight like hell to do something with your lives because if it’s all taken away suddenly, late in life…..well you are only existing, not living.
Good bye, good luck, God bless and maybe I’ll have the courage to just go to sleep in the next year.