Come on, John, open up. I’ve got stuff to forget.
I was thinking, maybe not all that clearly, but anyway.... that depression is just anger without enthusiasm. It’s an empty beer bottle with no one worth throwing it at. That thought reminds me of the time I got so drunk I woke up in a tree. Which wasn’t so bad, except the tree was in a different state than I started in. I call that being ‘Cross-Country Tree-Climbin’ Drunk....