...than it did in my head...
EDIT 2: To clarify a couple big points. The drugs and sex didn't fix me. They were like CPR for a man with a stopped heart. Dangerous, risky, and unlikely to work, but if you can keep the guy alive long enough to get the defibrillator to him, even if it means breaking some ribs, it's worth the risk.
I was going to die that night. I don't suggest if you're feeling depressed that you get a mountain of cocaine and a gaggle of chicas. But if you're holding the fucking gun to your head as you read this, yes, please do. Get some coke, get some women, get whatever you need! Don't. Do. It. Please?
