NO ONE WOULD OFF THEMSELVES IN SEATTLE IN APRIL. I mean, it's beautiful out! The daffodils are blooming and it's light until 7pm or even later, and I wore short sleeves yesterday WITH NO COAT!
What you are asking me to believe is that depressed, sad Kurt made it through the dreary soul-crushing Seattle Winter and failed to kill himself in December, January and February (the holy trinity of weather fuck-you months) and then made it through March (aka the larval stage of Spring) only to shoot himself in April?! Sorry, but as the Texans say, that dog won't hunt.
In other Spring news, today, I mowed the lawn for the second time in 6 days (the first time was akin to giving a hippie a crew cut with toenail clippers), planted some iris tubers, and continued my program (pogrom?) of dandelion genocide, both with trowel and Round-up.
