I tend to hit the ground running. All or nothing. We'll sleep when we're dead. And I used to believe it was the better way to be. All the while being utterly convinced that I was patient. Present even. The truth is I couldn't die soon enough. And remembering you've had a deathwish your whole life tends to sneak up on you. Only now do I realize, 2 decades later just how obsessed I had become with the other side. Not dying. But getting there. And it was the hardest journey of my life. I still can't see through it.... Hearing of pro skater Marc Johnson's death this morning fucked me up. RIP