Hi Bailo, I said that you've confused sketching with living,
and that it's better to decline drugs and seductions... and you replied:

You are not a person. You are a ghost in your own life.
An Invisible Man, there to provide cookies and milk to the living.

I provide help when I think I can give it.
I think Pato has moved on now, she took her main bags while I slept.
Her last words we I'm not a bag whore.

She is exactly that of course, and she knows it all too well.
If I find myself alone it's because of this:

I have too little to offer whores... or wives.

Again, I find myself comming back to this question:

Do drunks have chronic mental problems or are they just enjoying the moment ?

Maybe I'd have more to offer if I knew the answer.