I Better Start Writing This Down Joe Stracci

When I wrote this piece for my podcast eight years ago, I had no idea what was coming.

I step into the day; I step into myself; I step into the mystery.

I’ll eat you up, I love you so.

It occurred to me one day that we were always peripherally close, but that we bonded over self-destruction.

Suicide is a lot like poison ivy.

If anybody deserves the benefit of the doubt, it’s a one-day-old.