We’re all out! I was all out. Of everything. Time and space and companionship and love and desire and faith and hope and need. Over death. Out of life. I had lost my mind and soul. I was weak. Then came the attempted suicide. I couldn’t handle the monstrosity of life without Matt anymore. The painkillers with Jack. Too many pills. Too much Jack. Jack and pills. Pills and Jack. JackPills. Mix the two together and what do you get? Matt’s father finding you naked on the bedroom floor. And Matt’s father calling 911. And Matt’s father explaining to EMS in a hurried tone, “He has white fizz around his mouth. He’s unconscious. I checked his pulse. He has one, but barely. He’s been going through a rough time lately. He lost my son in a fire. They were very close and—”
The fire. All because of the
