I kept getting high to kill my shame at the fact that I kept getting high.

There's no deodorant for desperation.

I always figured I myself would never be lucky enough to die, I'd just live on and on in this increasingly dreary spiral.

Creativity is the opposite of TV

A waft of sweet hash drifted by, and I wanted to float after it like Wimpy levitating at the scent of a hamburger.

I always tell myself, when I remember the non-stop self-generated hell party that used to be my life, I wouldn't be here if I didn't go there.

How do you write when you're not miserable? The solution, of course, is to make yourself miserable about not writing.