For the first time in years I considered
putting a bullet in my head. I mean this metaphorically, of course; really, I’m
just talking about killing myself. Then
I remember something I wrote in high school. It wasn’t important at the time or
profound, but it ended up summing up my thoughts exactly: “I don’t want to die,
I just don’t want to drive”. The
extremist sometimes becomes the problem-solver who sometimes becomes the drunk.
It’s about control either way.