If you invite the demons, they will come.

Let's say; it's was a week from Halloween, set the scene, I am facing the holiday season for the twenty second time this year and I am leaving everything I accumulated in the gutter. The gutter don't care if and why we are all sleeping so needlessly alone. No, there's only the cocaine blues and pills, there's only the prescriptions to fill down there. We are bad habits and the gutter don't care. Against the backdrop of shit and piss and spray paint, you'll find the slow burners, out all night, ever inviting the demons. I could never pace a bottle in the face of my demons, and in turn I burnt out fast what I had and here I am alone on all Hallows' eve, working through the holidays again this year, repenting for my sins and understanding: just as there's the loneliness and demons that only live in our heads, there's the loneliness and demons we find in our beds, there's also a loneliness that only lives in the southwest. Yes, we are carrying the fire and it's killing us.