This is Why

I have been contemplating suicide since 1977.
Not constantly, but you know, every time I got really sick.   Which sometimes lasted long stretches.

I have always had a plan.   How I was going to do it.
When I was young, it was drugs.  Overdosing.
When I was in Seattle, it was CO2.   Die in my garage.  Or jump off one of the many bridges.

When I moved here to Arizona I realized I could eat a bunch of Jack in the Box tacos and pass out in my car on a hot day.   Sleep to death.

These days I think I can just put on my "Nasty Woman" T-shirt and go down to the CircleK and wait for a Trumper to shoot me.