at who’s beside you. These are
your people. The ones who have been
there at the beginning. The ones who
hung around when things got

tough. This is your tribe, man, woman
or child. These are the people who
held you up when your legs gave out, and
your desire to move them was nil. When all

the strength you had was in a pill or
a bottle. And it hurt to swallow reality. And
all your heart could do was bleed. Look
around. And whoever’s here now –

thank them! Because you know
you’re ******* impossible! And they all
deserve a metal to put up with you.