'...Such Crappy Knives'

Title is supposed to be: "Thanks For Making Such Crappy Knives"
~~ uh lets see, i saw a play on Friday where this girl slit her wrists and because the knives were so crappy she would bleed out slow.... eventually she heard a "commercial" on the radio station (that ended up being her source of hope) that talked about how crappy those knives were, so the complaint/suicide letter she was writing ended up being a thank you letter. Because the knives were so crappy she didn't die and ended up finding something worth living for. ~~

that stuck with me, and brought back a lot of memories.... just seeing people hurt that much (whether on stage or in real life) kills me.....