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I'm not trying to brag, but I've been in the industry for a bit and know my way around a bud or two. I was in a bad way and felt the pull of depression on my pantleg again, I had things under control for the moment, but knew it wouldn't last. When you've been me as long as I have,you learn to pick up on the signs. I knew that my only chance was to put faith in the only thing I've ever truly believed in, luck.( I know at this point you're like 'wtf, this shlub is rattling on about yatta yatta, blah blah , fuck all but it all has a point so deal) There's a spot a few blocks from my door, quiet little place, nice people. They do what they do out of the goodness of their hearts, and as someone who could care less about the way feelings work, to notice that is something. I stopped by one night by chance and it wasn't a shite experience so I decided to swing by again after the shit that happened happened. I felt something I haven't in a long time, it was nice, like I was a friend. Through all my years of death and self -destruction, I have never felt this motivated. Thank you zombie, I will think twice before cutting your head off when the outbreak strikes.