Hello Goodbye

Maybe I ought to kill myself. No no, that would never do. Mom says if nothing else, at least I've got my brain, my spirit, she says. No body, but a spirit, and if I kill myself, than what would I have left? Nada. Who would I be? Nadie. Anyways, I couldn't leave her after everything she's done for me. For better or worse, I'm stuck with her, attatched to her like a keyboard is to its cords, dependent on her for nutrients, entertainment, this so-called life.