We lost Anthony Bourdain, yesterday. I decided that I should write about the influence he had on my life. In order to tell this story, I had to give my readers a peek at the dark places I've been, the dogs that have barking inside of my head for decades and talk about my plans for suicide.
That I am here writing this today, is due, in no small measure, to Anthony Bourdain.
It's not often that I post my work for Boing Boing. They're easily my favourite employer, but for the most part, my time for them is spent reblogging other people's stories. This ain't that.
To everyone that I'm close to, who felt that they had a bead on me, I'm sorry that I may not have shared the fact that I've considered, a number of times in the past, taking my life. There is never a good time to talk about such things--an unfortunate fact, given how important speaking on the topic can be.
So, here we go.