I will likely annotate these (flesh these out, un-(Tu?)pac these ideas, Tavis Smiley might say) on How We Double Down if I meet a real friend today. I am truly at the end of my rope. Beyond that, the idea that it’s a mental hospital or a sleeping bag and concrete (or the shelter with guilty celebs) with the pain i’m in is odious enough to me to not want to wait around to figure it out with you.

Give me a call or something if any of this makes sense to you, please. That’s where I need to be. 510.957.7618 – my name U.S.

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