bough raze at the last rehab center, he said, they had this massive oak tree out front. there was this one branch. thick and strong enough to support anything. i would sit and stare at it. and i'd think, i'm going to hang myself. right here. i'm going to wrap the rope around that meaty limb and let the weight of all i've lost take care of the rest. you're only as good as your last goddamn mistake. and i've watched every bridge i worked so hard to build sag and splinter beneath my feet. but a funny thing happened. the city cut that tree down. killed something beautiful so a bunch of mouth-breathing bullies could say they worked that day. and that act of careless cruelty saved my life. so there you go. 230120 what's it to you? who go blather from