“Are you sure you’re ready to go out alone?” my friend said to me. We were sitting at the picnic table in my backyard at my house on Shamrock Drive smoking Camel Crush cigarettes and drinking too much coffee.Continue reading “Let Her Cry. Day 399.”
They say time heals all wounds, but it’s not true. My Nana has been gone since 1993 and I still miss her terribly. All of my past personal losses still and always will suck. Time does, however, offer you devices and tricks to cope with the grief, and I’ve seen the results of one specific tool lately.Continue reading “Roger Annoyed Me. Day 138.”
“Where are you going?” I asked Roger.
“Kmart,” he said with a serious face.
“Again?” I asked.
“I just need one more bulb and a short extension cord.”
“Don’t you think we have enough cords?” I asked.
“It’ll only be ten bucks. Tye, put shoes on and come with me to Kmart.”
“Can I get a candy bar?” Tye asked.
“Fine,” Roger answered.Continue reading “The Village. Day 68.”