Over the past week, I have featured six Drive-By Truckers songs that explore the topic of suicide. Yesterday, my wife told me she had a dream where she walked into the house to see me hanging lifelessly from a rope -- just like Uncle Frank. Considering that she had no idea that I've been writing about suicide all week, that's a really creepy coincidence.
I tried to allay her fears: "That's strange because whenever I dream about suicide, it's always with a gun in my mouth." That wasn't an attempt at dark humor; I was serious. For what it's worth, "Welcome to the Jungle" is always playing in the background, too. Try going back to sleep after a dream like that. No wonder I blog at all hours of the night.