the_continuation_of_sun jennifer I know what Clint felt. I do. He was not a weak person. He was not a pussy. He was in pain. Suicide is when pain exceeds one's resources for coping with pain. That's all. He just ran out of help. And it sucks, it really does. But no one is to blame. I guess the reason I'm not so upset about the whole thing is that it was a wake-up call to me. It made things clearer. The fucked up thing about the world is that it never stops. Continuity. It blows. No matter how much you want the world to just stop, it doesn't. But that's ok. Because it's something to lean back on. Familiarity. No matter how fucked up your life gets, you know that the sun will rise tomorrow, and another day will begin. And the days in between now and what's past will just grow longer. So you can, in a way, escape. And that's how it's supposed to be. 001221 ... silentbob who is clint 001221 what's it to you? who go blather from