I’m gonna go out on a high note.

I’m gonna go out on a high note. I’ve always known that this would come, but not how. Guns, rope, pills… all too conventional. That wouldn’t make a statement. And then it came to me yesterday. Being eaten alive. No-one ever tries to go out like that. So I’m gonna do it that way. I’m gonna hit a bunch of angel dust, cover myself in honey and fuck with the bears at the zoo. I’m gonna hop the fence and then go kick one of the cubs right in the snout. That should do it. And I’m gonna leave explicit instructions that the bear that eats me should have it’s crap saved and delivered to my boss. People are gonna remember this.