An Echo of Another Age

Lawnmowers growl and the sun peeks through a blanket that you thumb tacked against the window.

You roll over to stare at the wall and slam a fist into your face, wishing you were anywhere but here.

You turn the TV on and stare into the abyss. Continue reading An Echo of Another Age

Lucky Number Slevin

7 years sober today & that means it’s story time! Let’s see if I can’t get it in 3 sentences:

Every morning I’d wake up and shoot heroin.

One day, I was withdrawing so bad that I wanted to end my life.

I went to my roomate’s room, took out his rifle, and a thought popped into my head: Continue reading Lucky Number Slevin