In February 2013, I lost my last living grandmother and during my bereavement, the woman I was planning on marrying and I decided to go our separate ways. I was living, out of all places, in Boise fucking Idaho. Now if you’ve never been there, it is absolutely as dumb as it sounds and I had no reason to stay. In fact, I couldn’t leave fast enough. I had no money, no place to live and if that’s not embarrassingly enough, I had to go stay with my parents in Florida until I figured out my life. Now, picture Florida. Wrong. That’s not where they live. They live in a shitty little town in between other shitty little towns that are primarily retired rednecks. I had no one to relate to or even to talk to. I was alone in my own head.I started drinking heavily and my daily mantra was envisioning myself putting a bullet into my head. During this same period is also when I started using Twitter.
I’m writing this so I can, in more than 140 characters, thank all of you strange internet people for saving my life. I have met and not met some of the funniest and most intriguing people over the last year and I never would have if it wasn’t for a website. Some of you have become close and personal friends and you mean the world to me. I had an elaborate narrative planned out in my head to write this, but I’m hungover and I really want to watch the “True Detective” finale.
I love you guys,