A poem.
this has all the potential to be depressing as fuck, but it's so uplifting in its rawness and being alive is ok I guess. thank you, James, this is wonderful.
Many thanks. I was pretty depressed when I wrote it. I suppose I still am. I suppose that’s why I write. To make the sadness hurt less.
What’s a spike? Also, I did something really stupid in Philadelphia if that makes you feel any better. And I mean rwrwreaaaaalllly stupid. 🧡
A spike is a needle.
Wow. Paramedic/ER nurse here and never heard them called that. Regional thing?
When I was a junky nearly a decade ago, that's what we called them in Boston. Rigs, too. I always said spike.
I’ve heard rigs and even hypos. Short for hypodermic needles cuz they would steal them from the ER.
He's hurting! Thinking about drinking again is bad enough. He needs someone by his side. What can we do? What can anybody do to help him?
A bullet might work.
Wow.
Thanks, friend.
I loved it.
I love you! Thanks, Billy.
Love you my friend. Hang in there.
Nothing like a broken heart to remind you that it’s good to be alive but not necessarily great.
Something like that!
this has all the potential to be depressing as fuck, but it's so uplifting in its rawness and being alive is ok I guess. thank you, James, this is wonderful.
Many thanks. I was pretty depressed when I wrote it. I suppose I still am. I suppose that’s why I write. To make the sadness hurt less.
What’s a spike? Also, I did something really stupid in Philadelphia if that makes you feel any better. And I mean rwrwreaaaaalllly stupid. 🧡
A spike is a needle.
Wow. Paramedic/ER nurse here and never heard them called that. Regional thing?
When I was a junky nearly a decade ago, that's what we called them in Boston. Rigs, too. I always said spike.
I’ve heard rigs and even hypos. Short for hypodermic needles cuz they would steal them from the ER.
He's hurting! Thinking about drinking again is bad enough. He needs someone by his side. What can we do? What can anybody do to help him?
A bullet might work.
Wow.
Thanks, friend.
I loved it.
I love you! Thanks, Billy.
Love you my friend. Hang in there.
Nothing like a broken heart to remind you that it’s good to be alive but not necessarily great.
Something like that!