Surprisingly I'm still alive. Did you know my sister actually cared whether or not I shot myself? She's been stalking me online, apparently, because she read how much I wanted to end it all. Well, I'm not sure what to do about that, so I just do more skunks in boring poses, in the off-chance I manage to keep it up long enough to do other things for the first time in years. At least Grey can enjoy the fluffy carpet flooring that has been stained over the years to forever smell like him: alcohol and tobacco.

I wish I had a friend like that. I wish he was here and he was my friend so I could hug him and smell his tobacco.