I guess you donít ever know what kind of worms are in someone elseís brain. I have heard that many? lots? a number? of people contemplate suicide. I have never. But there is still some inkling in my psyche that there is an ďaw f*ck it all, what does it matterĒ point.
I find myself saying goddammit Bourdain, you were an inspiration to the planet - why?
But maybe being an inspiration to the planet is a heavy burden...
"You can't fix a problem until you understand what the problem is." Logtroll