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Resume by Dorothy Parker

Writing this in a hurry. The house is quite busy for a supposedly solemn Good Friday. I never see the importance of these things as I have very conflicting feelings about religion and the church, but tradition is an important thing in my family. Someday I will eventually have to face all of this and write about it, but for now this will have to do.

My grandfather’s cousin attempted to kill himself a few days ago. He swallowed twelve pills. He was the closest to a father my own father will ever have after Lolo died two years ago, so to hear this news over breakfast was not easy to take. I still haven’t taken the time to really think about it, so my reaction will be slow. For now, here’s a poem:

Dorothy Parker

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp;
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

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