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Yesterday it did not stop raining, and I did not stop thinking: the sky’s my sadness surrogate doing my crying for me since I can’t. It is only a light drizzle at times, reserved and barely audible, like the quiet weeping of a man who doesn’t want the neighbors to know. Other times…
6am start today, followed by renovations mostly to plan wrapped up by 8, and I was back reading in the park before 9. By 11, my baby shot me down. I had already begun bleeding internally when I heard the bang, and I sat with the book open while my blood pressure dropped and the edg…
Three texts from my dealer and the first one starts out “hey baby, don’t worry about it, I can leave the door open or something,” and I cock an eyebrow. Baby? Maybe old habits die hard, but that should have been my first clue that half of my quarter had already gone up his nose. My…
the grass had been growing for two weeks under sun and rain, sun and rain… ideal conditions for everything except the two sprained ankles attached to the person technically responsible for its maintenance, and i had been watching it happen from the windows while moving through the…
Tony liked you. Ryan liked you. Jer liked you. DaMonn liked you. Matt liked you. Steven. Michael. James. Same message every time, cheerful as a bill collector: open the app, match, start talking. So I open the app. I cannot view even one of them. Nobody made me sign up for this. I…
You know what I think I would like more than anything else right now? An icepick. Get it in there, swirl it around the cranium a few times, hit whatever soft gray place has been harboring intrusive thoughts under the mistaken impression that they are refugees when in reality they a…
“I’m sorry I am not better,” he says to me as if i had asked him to be. “You would think that age brings better…it doesnt” i know why a person would think that, but that doesn’t mean i understand it. plenty of people get old doing the same shit they did young. eventually their knee…
a complete son of a bitch i once called a very good friend picked me up at the airport once and found me outside smoking with a stranger. he pulled up, looked over at us, shook his head with that big stupid smile of his and said, always making friends wherever you go. he was right.…
