Originally posted by FreakyKBHI still love you man, but thats a crap sentence!
Stickler. Whatever.
I'll always remember when I first had the sense of losing my mind (small things at first): "missing" car keys found in my pocket; later, forgetting loved ones' names, unable to find my home... I don't miss it much, sitting in the hazy ether, brown bag full of promise, unsteady in hand, hot in my throat.