I need help. Every day seems so melancholy and average, any escape from this downtrodden feeling seems out of reach. Smoking atop car decks brings clarity to my soul, washing over me like water. My satisfaction for a purpose is never quelled, nor is it denied. Everything seems so pointless and bland, the daily dopamine rush of communicating with this community is substantial in comparison to the little friends I have. Things aren’t looking good for me and my mother, so anyone willing to give any advice, please share it.