There's no pill in the world that can ease the pain of all the stupid things he does. The sound track of his life is just a single song played endlessly on repeat. There's never a lesson ever taught or learnt, just stupidity, eat... sleep... stupid... repeat. Happy-go lucky he's the type of guy that wears suede shoes when it rains. Depression can be like a black and white movie where he's the only one acting... worthy of an Oscar ,much like the golden gong he stands all alone. Lonely  and tired, there is no hope... counting crows + alcohol = self medicate. It's like you don't like being happy, it's like you love being sad.