Depression is a bitch. I suffer from it. Couple times I thought about punching my own ticket, and the only reason I don't is because of a chance encounter I had in 2003
I met a fine ass chick on the bus. I asked her where she worked and she said, "the suicide floor"
"The suicide floor," I asked?
She proceeded to tell me that she worked on the floor with a bunch of people who attempted suicide and failed and now are far worse off than they were before they attempted suicide
She said "one guy did a swan dive off of a 10-story building, now he's quadriplegic
Another guy shot himself in the mouth, now he's quadriplegic
Another guy shot himself in the ear, now he's quadriplegic
Everything but AIDS and herpes ends. The next day everything could turn around for you. You could win the lottery. Find that person you've been looking for. Just keep going"
I've kept that thought in my head for 17 years. Any time I'm thinking about chalking it up, the next day could bring something special
Today I worked with
@Mixd @PsiBorg and others on the cover of my book. These guys I've never met spent time they didn't have to for a guy they didn't know personally to create my book cover.
That's some special shit.
I'm about to be published, man.
Anyone thinking about checking out, just wait. Better could be just around the corner