Leah’s 50th party came and went. I was too stoned on weed. Vaped six times and smoked once with kief.

Either Zayas only knew me, or he was entrusted to “babysit” me as I was to “babysit” John. I’ll explain in another post where I’m not typing on a phone.

He noted someone was wearing a Joy Division shirt. “I could never get into them. Never moved me.”

Zayas goes on how he thinks their music is sad. I respond, “Well, it’s sad for normal people. It’s pithy to depressed folks.”

Look at me, I’m gatekeeping for depression and being an ass to a friend. He said I blew his mind, but I doubt it.

He did mention Joy Division’s singer did commit suicide, to which I said, “It’s because he loved himself. He didn’t want to suffer anymore. People like me don’t kill themselves because they deserve this pain and punishment.”

Chris S.
Anomalist, esperantist, cyclist, typist, dodecaphile, ailurophile, and oneiromancer. Chris lives near the shore with his wife, cats, and the Jersey Devil in his backyard.

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