Thursday, January 8, 2015


"I was reading about this comedian," I say to Katie as she wraps the towel around her pink, glowing body still warm from the shower. "He was sober for eight years and then this massive depression hit."

"But it's not like they had anything to do with each other," she says, climbing out of the tub.

"Yeah, but you can't just stop doing something like that and not have it fuck up your serotonin levels," I say, remembering my own issues with drugs, and how I don't feel bad all the time anymore, but I'm not nearly as easily triggered into ecstasy, either, and if I lost something to gain something else.

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