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Hey God? Or whoever the f**k is out there. Sorry about the “f**k”. If those kinda words offend you. Maybe you’re cool with it, I dun..
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It was 7:45 am.
I hung over dialed.
I knew I shouldn't have done it, but who can argue with my
id?
Amazingly, she picked up.
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He wanted to know what I did in my spare time. I told him I did a little writing here and there.“So you drink much or…?” he said.&l..
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On Tuesday, July 2, 1995, I was parked in a car at the top of a hill with a gun and a bottle of Xanex.I began thinking about all those broken pieces I..
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It was back a few years. 1992, 1994, somewhere around there.I’d suddenly become haggard, emotionally worn, and disillusioned virtually overnight..
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Zoë Fluck and Chloe Zuck
were always partying sober,
tanning in the summer
but never getting their makeup
to look good.
When Zo&eu..
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I find myself being less and less engaged in conversations. People will tell me all about their trips to Italy,their friends who call them at twoin th..
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I began to think about the beginning.
The birth.
The facts.
Born in Winsted, Connecticut, on Saturday, December 5, 1964
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“...because of a deeper grief which is peculiar to childhood
and not easy to convey: a sense of desolate loneliness and helplessness, of
being..
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The room was filled with tattoos, dreds, torn clothing, and stiletto boots.Lotta confusion.Lotta tectonic plate shifting going on.A California Kid mum..
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