A cousin and friend of mine recently died from suicide via overdose. Upon his passing, I wrote him this. An Ode to Jason Just one more hit Won't be the end of it Just one more taste Mustn't go to waste I breathe life in Through a loaded pipe Exhaling problems Tossing them to the side I snort some magic In powder form The pain vanishes I need some more I insert medicine The doctor never prescribed Take me away from today Take me away from this life Saddened to see you leave I breathe life in Hoping the pain has left You'll be forever missed.
Ever watch a film or series, which really hits home? For whatever reason, you fully identify with a character, and oddly almost feel as though it's your story being told? I went through said surreal experience just yesterday, as I binge-watched the new Netflix series, Baby Reindeer . The series was created by writer/comedian Richard Gadd, who shares his adult life story, in chasing his dream of being a stand-up comedian. First, I want to say the series is quite incredible. I don't believe I've ever related so strongly to a show. Secondly, if you haven't seen the show, please read with caution. While Baby Reindeer isn't a whodunnit, I don't want to spoil the experience for anyone. Richard Gadd's character is Donny, whom I will be referring to throughout this piece. Donny has long aspired to be a stand-up comedian. His shtick is prop-heavy, kind of cheesy, and not at all well-received at first, as he plays in front of couples of people at a dive bar. That i