Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
“… you ever just get tired of being alive? I’m not suicidal, but jesus christ, how many days can there be?” Tom Segura
Tom, my friend, bad question. I was born tired. I fought nurses, the doctor and forceps- but six hours later, they’d won. I was inconvenienced out of a womb at 10am. Why in the world anyone presumed I’d be ready to be up before noon is beyond me. They obviously had no idea who they were dealing with.