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The Art of Depression
How to Deal with Life When the Darkness Shows Up
"Knock, Knock."
"Who's there?"
"It's me again, Depression."
"Good morning. What's up?"
"I was cruising through the hood and figured I'd check in."
"Okay, I feel ya. I'll sit with you for a bit, but you're not moving in."
"Only a bit today?"
"Look, you and I have danced for years. But I'm not letting you move in and take over my life."
"I'll take what I can get. I've got the world to roam. Do you have any coffee?"
"Yeah, I'm drinking it now. Want a sip?"
"Sure. You know, you suck."
"I know my faults, but I don't believe you."
"How come?"
"Because I know you now, and I know myself. I know you come and go and that as long as I don't pick up a drink or smoke a fat one, you'll move on. You can't control my life like you used to."
"Hmmm."
"Want another sip of coffee before I start painting?"
"Sure, but you know you can't paint."
