Writing

Karen and I sat together at lunch nearly every day during college, having spirited discussions about this, that and the…

Sex did not gently enter my life. It came wrath of God screaming. Condemning me to hell for my curiosity.

The man with the gun was just a decoy. A lot of noise amounting to nothing. While everyone was dealing…

In fourth grade my teacher gave me a C on a short story because the main character was too antagonistic.

I sat in my car outside the bar waiting for my need for company to eclipse my introvertitude. It happened…

I’m afraid of the future. If the past is any indicator, the future is going to be a shit storm.

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