Last night I fell apart again. Just like I have a million times before. I don't know where that fear and I don't know... contempt, came from.

The gods I once knew are gone, and nothing's left but the memory of a calm and solid reality.

Or maybe I'm sober for the first time.

And what's worse, is I think I may be bored with cigarettes. Shit, I wonder how you can get some acid in this town.

... the angels singing say, "We are alone with you." I am alone and they are too few.

Yes
No
Do nothing