This is almost every night of my life now. Tonight, a girl calls me from inside a pounding dance club. She sounds young and worn out, so I ask if she'll trust me. To stand here and try to fix her life is just a big waste of time. People don't want their lives fixed.
Nobody wants their problems solved.
Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Just the big scary unknown. Most people who call me already know what they want. Some want to die but are just looking for my permission.