Whoever said misery loves company was a complete and total dolt. Misery slaps you so you feel miserable too. I does not, however, hang around for a cup of coffee and a shared cigarette.
Today my brother was in the hospital. Flipped his car. Half drunk half asleep. Makes you think, sorta. Bout how much people really mean. I miss you all. Wouldn't wish you hurt like that.
He's back. Asshole to the nth power. Why? Money, time, lack of anything to care for. Catch you out there. Politely remove yourself from my way or be trampled.