“Single, 25 years of age, currently medicated for schizophrenia” is the selfdescription of Jin. But mind me, an important attribute seems to be missing: Jin is a talented writer.

On his blog cowinside.com he posts about his daily life and struggles; Often frank, sometimes cruel that it might hurt, always touching emotions we all experience but love to hide.

From his blog:
Eventually the thunder bloody woke me up and got me out. It kept rumbling for a good bloody hour, and when the lightning came it was pathetic, worse still was the rain. After such a build up, it was more like a wet fart than a storm. I mean it was piss poor by any standard. You have dark clouds, a tense humidity that you know is just aching for a torrent of rain, with the clouds full to their bellies, waiting to explode. Instead of rain you get a sneeze of water.

Twice he tried to strike up a conversation with me, and twice I dampened the mood, with a fake laugh here and there and a nod of approval. At least my underwear wasn’t damp. Yet. I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen, but I wasn’t nervous, which surprised me. My train of thought, I think, was what needs to be done will be done. I never expected what happened would happen.

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