The sun is low in the sky, the air warm and humid on this early June morning. I don’t know where I am, but if I walk towards the rising sun, at least I’ll be sure that I’m travelling in the same direction. I’ll be heading east, for a time. It’s weirdly warm and humid…
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I wake up, and for a brief moment, I feel nothing, see nothing, and hear nothing. My eyes are closed, and I feel like I’m surrounded by softness. I’m in that brief moment, where you don’t even know if you have to urinate or not, where you think you’re awake, but you’re not entirely awake….
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I used to believe in things, not like I’m a fucking Gemini so I love everyone or some bullshit like that, but I used to believe in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, the Easter Bunny, and God. I knew that God wasn’t real when my parents told me Santa Claus wasn’t real. I knew that…
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“I sit there staring into the distance, crying, balling, gasping, and short of breath. I can’t fill my lungs. I might suffocate, and I might welcome that. I’m completely defeated. I have nothing to live for, but I lack the courage to kill myself. My father beats me whenever he is in the mood, and…
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I sat there, alone in my board room, looking out into the grey city. It’s a city that I once loved, more than anyone or anything. I loved this grey cold beast. The more I schemed, lied, cheated, stole, the more I gave in to my darkest side, the more the beast gave back to…
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After following my phone’s GPS like a subservient slave to my master of technology, Stain and I are taken to the apartment building directly across from the bank that Lily got shot in. Stain looks angry, fiercely angry. I’ve seen him sad, frustrated, happy, and just about any other range of emotion a man is…
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We walk into a shop called Taking a Shirt, which I imagine people think is cleverly named. Their logo is a man squatting with a balled up shirt on the ground under him. Inside, I hear Candy Shop playing, that old 50 Cent hit. Behind the cash is a very muscular Latino man. He looks…
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Stain looks at me perplexed while we walk, slowly, much slower than usual, and he says: “aren’t we always walking.” “Yeah, sure. We’re always walking.” “What does it mean?” he asks. “Walking? It doesn’t mean anything. We just walk a lot because we like to.” “No. What we’re doing. What does it mean?” he asks….
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I arrive at the bank to see Frank, Ben, and Stain, all standing around in a high school sort of circle. They haven’t noticed me yet, so I walk up behind Ben, give her the two handed kidney grab and squawk loudly like a chicken. Ben jumps, almost out of her skin then turns around…
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Stain looks at me with a curious look, the look a baby makes when he’s trying to push out a poop. He adds a little brow furl on top of that and says in a Ringo Starr with cotton balls in his mouth sort of way: “gee Sappho, what do you want to do tonight?”…
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