It’s actually a myth that suicide rates increase during the holiday season. Same type of urban myth that insists crime goes up during a full moon.
Sounds Pagan and cool though eh?
Bummer for the Insurance conglomerates.
No more threats of paying out for medical costs until Spring. Party on Doctor Garth.
Paging Dr. Howard, Paging Doctor Fine….
Here’s a cheery fucking Christmas ditty. Decided to ditch the Haiku this year.
The perfect picture
Great film and memories most dear
No lighted angel nor pine bough
No comfort this year
Maybe a bell will ring
Maybe I’ll answer
and get my wings
Cheers to all of you celebrating without loved ones; gone and remembered or far away and felt.
Let’s enjoy that tuna sandwich, dearth of lights joy and family. A new year is coming. Make it through the night.