This is weird.
I tried to kill myself earlier this week. Knew it wouldn’t work, though. I could’ve taken seven – I even lied to the police about how much I took. Felt like a pussy for not taking seven, I took six instead.
I went to a strip club for reasons that seemed natural. The stripper’s name wasn’t important. She was dressed in a nurse’s uniform. She was nice, and we talked a lot actually. She told me if I killed myself I would go to hell. I don’t believe in that shit – heaven or hell – yet she was very convincing. Said she’d suck me off for $200 bucks. Then it was that she would fuck me $150. She was quite the saleswoman.
