I don’t want to be that man who sells ads on benches. Although a respectable profession, I really think it would make my depression much worse. Bartending appears to be my career as of now. It is a sales-type of position, I guess, but the alcohol suppresses my depression into vacation mode, so I’m alright … Continue reading The Ad Man
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Skanks
I write like I'm in high school. When your soulmate you dated for four months breaks up with you for the local skank and you scroll it all down in your pleather diary. "He'll see what he lost," you'd write, feeling somehow vindicated by writing that down on paper. Really believing it. See, I was … Continue reading Skanks
Dedication
He took her back the day after she tried to kill him. Actually, the doctors wrote “attempted suicide” on that line in his chart, but as I get older, I realize that doctors are wrong a lot. “Why would you attempt such a thing?” I asked. Harm himself over this outside influence that has shown … Continue reading Dedication
Masquerade
Enters the one hope fears to see, disgust and adoration beam, not wanting sight nor sound nor word nor innuendo slightly heard Of how one lives or lives thus touched for some whose lives not touched so much. So silence soothes the hopeless fool, more soothing than a hungry soul. With solitude time does so … Continue reading Masquerade