requiem for an S.Vincent

It's starting to look like a drug rehab movie around the old dugout. Sheets everywhere, blood and puss filled tissues, dirty dishes, flickering lights, hallucinations, sweating, wild looks at one self in the mirror, and coughing and screaming into the night begging with the gods for it to stop.

So all hope is obviously lost, but I have comforted myself in this dark thought.....

I think it would be the coolest thing EVER to die on friday the 13th or on valentines day.