A pill, a Luger, or a fall. These are my choices. I don't live in a world with infinite possibilities. The more I tell my readers, and the other people in my life, the more wary and weary of me they become. No one can live all hours as I live them. I can take more than most people, who don't even want to hear about my struggles, much less experience even a small piece of them with me. I'd go on, but I've already stated too much.
Just listen. Can you hear the beckon of the night?