All of his anti-depressants had run out and there was no doctor to page, no friendly therapist to call…only the wall of gray gradiating to black. He turned to the television for its usual somewhat soothing yammer when he heard the words…Kitty Sushi…apply directly to the Ego!...get yours at a grocer NOW ! He had heard the buzz on the street “feelin’ sh**ty better eat kitty” but thought it just another urban legend. He looked at his jittering hand and realized he had nothing to lose…