KILLING HURTS

Dying is as much a fact of life as Blair Warner, Natalie Letisha Sage Green (who knew her character had such a long ass name? I always thought of her as the fat girl), Tootie Ramsey, and Joanna 'Jo' Marie Polniaczek Bonner (again, what’s with the long name? I thought she just rode motorcycles and kicked ass. . .).

 

When someone like Cobain, Ledger, etc. dies a self-induced death—accidental or otherwise—people lose their shit over it.

 

But do people get bent out of shape about this because it’s a tragedy or because they can’t wrap their heads around the fact that all people—even filthy rich, famous, talented people who get to make babies with other famous people—don’t always enjoy being alive, that they get sad, that they can’t always sleep at night and that, sometimes, they just don’t want to live?

 

On a less bleak note, onward! to the beat of the EMP drum.