a writer, depression, and a mother walk into a bar.

the writer speaks, Life can be crazy sometimes. how about i buy us all drinks and then we can go back to my place. we'd listen to some records and smoke a blunt. just chill. oh, Depression, there's this one book you ought to read.

the mom is angry. Thank you, but no thank you. i don't think it'd be wise for you to buy us all drinks at five p.m. and then go back to your home and 'chill'. you haven't worked in days.

Same! chimes in depression.

No, Depression. not same.

the mom goes on, You used to be so hard-working. you used to always deliver. you used to be one of the best. what happened? why should your occupation take over you whole life?

Writing isn't an occupation, the writer thought out-loud. it's my life, it affects my thinking and my actions and my emotions.

Same! depression says again.

Depression, everything affects your emotions.

Without me, depression said, you'd be nothing.

He'd be everything!, said the mom.