Something something, I'm a delivery boy now, yadda yadda I no longer work at the donut factory.
Got my weed card, a nice little scooter, still married, I take Prozac once again to augment the Zyprexa that I am being prescribed since my stay in the looney bin, and for once things are relatively balanced and stable.
Am I still the self-loathing, drug-addled, perambulating piece of shit of yesteryear? Not entirely. Aside from smoking bud, I abstain from drugs and hardly imbibe.
Also: I have learned to accept my nose and complexion, and have confirmation that my dick is not pathetic, quite the opposite (fuck off, dysmorphia).
