mikey and I got into the tall weeds about Boston albums in a faceHell thread about Robin Williams’ suicide. We all deal with loss and terror different ways, and mikey and I started arguing about shovels and overproduced arena rock.
I was shocked by the news about Williams’ suicide. As I have said in several locations, if the wealthy and successful who have access to the best in drugs and treatment can’t deal with the lying motherfucker that is depression, what hope do we normal fucking people have?
Here’s what mikey turns to:
Here are some of mine:
and, of course:
So, to keep RLJ’s FaceHell from getting too weird, here’s a place to talk about how you deal with brilliant people who take themselves from us, or how you you deal with depression and death, or how you want to hire me to design your multi-million dollar residence.