I want to get lost in a supermarket again. And not like the fun “I am tripping so hard that I can’t find my way out sort of “lost”. The lost I speak of is to be truly fucking disoriented and terrified. I want to…
We sat on barstools in the front door of the coffee shop, taking in the warmth of the sun like cats on a porch. We looked at each other and out the windows and at the people that filled the room. Not all words are…
At age 11, I was smack-dab the middle of those years ramping up to manhood. This was a time when things dropped and other things grew and every hormone in my body was like an irate grocery store customer taking out their bad day on the…