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me: relistens to the Rusty Fears New Roots again also me

Imagine: a narcissist and a hospital walk into a bar. Now imagine they cure each other. But who are they without the other? The narcissist needs the hospital to survive and the hospital is empty without him. A narcissist and a suicide risk walk into a bar. Now imagine they’re the same person. He orders a sense of peace of mind but throws it up in the grimy bathroom two hours later. It doesn’t stick. It never does. He tells the bartender he’s God, says he’ll blow his brains out and survive it. The bartender calls 911. At the other end of the bar, the hospital orders a sense of purpose, downs it in one go and wakes up the next morning without a hangover. The narcissist tells the nurse he’s gambling to win, says suicide’s just one of the tricks in his bag. He used to be a magician, you see, and you never lose that spark once you bend over backwards for it. Suicide’s just the next step, he says. There’s so much more I’ve got in this black top hat. Here’s a rabbit. Here’s a gun. Let’s get going. Let me show you what I can do. The nurse tells the psychiatrist he needs more drugs. The psychiatrist reminds her that only therapy can truly help personality disorders. They both hope he gets a damn good therapist. Suicide’s the end of the game. You know this. I know this. Somewhere in the narcissist’s head, he knows this too, but he’s got something to prove; he’s a god, you fuckers, and he’s gonna make you believe it one way or another. Suicide’s a scary prospect, but hey, death’s the best drink at this bar. He’s heard it makes you happy and, damn, if he’s honest with himself, he’d give up anything for even a taste of joy. So one grim reaper please. Make it a double.

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