Soft morning winds caress my face and toss the curls poking out of a careless bun. I hit a thinly rolled morning blunt and stare at the crisp blue water whirling in Lumi’s in-ground pool that helped clean. I’ve been here since my mother yelled “Sayonara!” I know she was drunk. I know I’m a […]
I chainsmoked 80 cigarettes in less than 3 days. Stress consumed me. My mind began to crumble, and I was aware of every second. I buzzed around for a week unnoticed before crashing into my own brick wall of a skull. I slept for 22 hours because it was healthier than being awake and thinking. […]
At the corner of Regret Lane and Disaster Avenue. Look for the cozy red glow of Foolish Spirits; I’ll be sitting at the bar.
So I want to write about some positivity in my life. In the past few days, I’ve had an abundance of it. I just want to express how grateful I am for the experiences gifted towards me, via a beautiful soul I am more than lucky to hold friendship with. Let’s refresh from last week: […]
My heart jumps; realizations commence afterwards that it may be for nothing. But it is for something. Little comforts. Big lies. Half-assed truths. Huge egos begging for inflation. I’ll deflate. As I sit in the grass at a Dirty Heads and 311 concert, many things whirl in my head. Good things mostly. Like the fact […]
In a delirium I sit, feet in lukewarm water. The same little oriental lady that has been doing our triennial pedicures for a decade clips my ever-mangled toes. She’s not talking as much shit. Theres no feisty Vietnamese ( or Korean?) conversations to eavesdrop on this time. No discomfort from wondering if I should feel […]
Days remain of a man. Dull sobs echo from a woman. Whispering palms beckon her name, as if to carry her thoughts to him. Dancing fairies flutter upon the woman’s shoulders; some with crowns, others with thorns that prick at a flick. Buzzing like horseflies, they won’t leave. And they’re arguing. She said she would. […]
I don’t even know where to begin. Every day the desire to write out these dark thoughts grows wilder. But the will to explain them extinguishes once my brain’s creative tongue gets twisted and crunchy. The last bait I left dangling told of losing my job. I got railed for it. That’s fine. I deserve […]
At least that’s how my dad describes me.
