On having nothing to lose

“Wanna see something ridiculous?”
“You mean you?”
“No, I mean this.”

And he brought me to this little stairway where a homeless man was sleeping on this railing overlooking the stairs. If he so much as moved an inch during an unfortunate nightmare, he’s so gonna die, or at least lose a lot of his life.

“Why do you suppose he does that?”
“Well, he has nothing to lose.”

“…. that was so mean.”

I wasn’t being mean, I was just being brutally honest.

You know how it is when you’re desolate, desperate and helpless but have no guts to kill yourself? There are worse ways to destroy your life other than actually ending it.

You thought I was mean because you didn’t understand. But I do.

Moving over…

Hoping to forget the silly things of the past.