vicodin dreams
now i understand why i can relate to gregory house, m.d., no matter what he does: he is standing in an invisible circle, an atmospheric field, if you will, of fiascos and deep, resonating sorrow. yes, sorrow is the word. he - you - may wish to break free from this circle, but it's more like bitter cigarette smoke permeating your very being, like eerie evening light coloring everything around you. so what's the point? you might as well embrace it. we both did.