Nothing was working, and my friend was dead, and I didn't want to look at that.
Give her the continent and she wanted the hemisphere.
That's a spiritual lifestyle, being willing to admit that you don't know everything and that you were wrong about some things. It's about making a list of all the people you've harmed, either emotionally or physically or financially, and going back and making amends. That's a spiritual lifestyle. It's not a fluffy ethereal concept.
The fact that my circumstances had changed drastically but my behavior hadn't was beginning to wear on me.
I didn't care if he was a genius or a fucking idiot, he was rotting away, and it wasn't fun to watch.