Dear Murray,, I’ve had it. I’m sick an tired of being the one...

I’ve had it. I’m sick an tired of being the one to solve all your problems. There’s no end and every day, even by people I know in person, I’m bombarded with these questions. Dear Murray this, dear Murray that… who do I have? Who do I go for to solve my problems? Or to go to when I’m scared and alone?

After today, Dear Murray is dead.