December 2010
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And Now, Some Unanticipated Candor
I tried to kill myself a week ago today.
Truthfully, I tried to kill myself four times, all of them in my apartment, once with a pocketknife, once with a steak knife, and twice with a razor blade. It wasn’t a particularly fun game of Clue.
I wish I could tell you why I tried to commit suicide, but I don’t believe that there is any definitive answer to that question. In my experience,...