A while now, more than two decades ago, just after I’d married and found my spouse had underground, unsound, addictive traits, we agreed we’d separate and enter therapy. I went to University – became the big i am of sorts today, while he, of course, as many know, died by suicide within a year of saying publically, writing it down legally, that we’d found – all that then was lost
it’s not a war on drugs
it’s a war on homicide – anaesthesia that the hurt administer and can’t escape or won’t –
without, cutting off a nose to hurt a face.