...but I held my friend of thirteen years in my arms today, and watched her die. I can't help but feel like an asshole for "killing" my cat, but life has a way of inviting you in (quite seductively)
for a hot, steamy bowl of cream-of-go-fuck-yourself-soup just when you least expect it.
So forgive me if I say things a little crazy... It's only because I didn't know what else to say... And something is better than nothing... right?