He rolled over away from her, the thick and damp lint-invaded plaid fleece clinging to his naked, red, sweaty rolls. He liked to light a cigarette after their sessions to push the musty and personal smell of body parts out of the room. After the first anxious drag of the hot mesmerizing tobacco, his stomach… Continue reading Different Drugs.
It's November 6th, and my heart feels the pain Thanksgiving endures. It is like Thanksgiving is Voldemort, a holiday that must not be named, or acknowledged. Like the slurred talker/rapper Birman said: "put some respeck" on Thanksgiving's name and holiday status. Haha. Seriously though. It should be valued just like Christmas or Halloween with a… Continue reading Thanksgiving is the Middle Child of Holidays