A lot of day drinking, barely any eating, spontaneously wandering off, a deep sadness that would get masked by sardonic humor here any there, and brief moments of clarity where he was hilarious, composed, thoughtful, and realistic.
Here are five kinds of men I’ve met in my seven plus years in Los Angeles who I hope I never accidentally become.
Basically, congratulations are in order, everything.
Regret and guilt are my roommates. We live in a railroad style apartment, which means you have to go through their rooms to get to mine.