Bout to go for lunch with a friend (one of my best friends but it's always been somewhat sexual) and, I think, her mum, and brother, and, I think, there might be some sorta interventiony element to it, as the brother is a lil fucked up, and I dunno if there's some sorta expectation that, as someone that was a lil fucked up but snapped outa it, I will be useful in some way. Which I won't. Because all I can say is that, for me, it wasn't that difficult. Just like I don't find it difficult to eat well or exercise regularly. And telling someone hooked on ketamine that maybe they should follow the teachings of dudes like Epictetus and Zeno probably isn't that productive. Still. What's nicer than a roast?