Around a month ago, I downed a bottle of gin, some brandy too, and tried to kill myself. I crashed my car into a tree, and I’m lucky to be alive (well, others think I’m lucky but I still feel unfortunate that I didn’t die). Yes, that’s incredibly selfish, and I guess I feel lucky that I can use the excuse of drink-driving to explain … Continue reading Confessions: journal of an out-of-control, crazy person.