Thoughts after another suicide

It’s a weird thing, suicide. It’s like you decide, okay, this is where my story ends. And then the rest of the world you built gets to clean up the…
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I Should Have Listened to My Old Man

As with most interesting stories in my childhood, this one begins with My Uncle Charlie. My Uncle Charlie is a title. My Uncle Charlie Anyway, he was a big Elton…
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You guys, I met a superhero!

You guys, I met a superhero!

I met Wonder Woman yesterday. She’s two feet tall, wears a red cape and boots (for to kick butt. Her words). And a big crown and a blue lasso of…
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My face is still damp

I was singing Lover Lay Down all evening, thinking about TGB coming home. Missing her like crazy. I called her. She didn’t answer. She called me back. I Made jokes about…
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Don’t mind me, I’m just babbling

Fours years of high school, eight semesters of English: BD+FFFFDD+ Summer school and night classes brought those Fs up to passing. Barely. Yet, my arrogant ass thinks I can write…
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Forgot my pencil

Yesterday was March 24. Breakfast Club Day It was my favorite movie up until I saw East Of Eden. It is still second only to East.At the time, there was…
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