“I must have wrote down what happened. I must have created a record. They can erase our memories, but they can’t erase anything we’ve left behind. If I recorded what we were intending, how we felt in the moment, it would be on paper, or on the internet or something. We should be able to…
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Sariel and I sit on the bed together. She stares down at the ground, down at my feet and begins talking. “There are consequences for breaking the rules Sam. Sometimes we forget what we did to break them. Sometimes we forget a day, a week, a month, or a year. Gad for a decade, a…
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Sariel brings the blankets and pillow to Joey, who is already almost asleep. Joey is laying on the couch, and he opens one of his eyes half way when I touch his shoulder. “Joey buddy, Sariel brought you a pillow and a couple of blankets.” “Thanks guys. Thanks so much Sariel. I don’t know who…
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Joey started to yawn, a fairly aggressive and loud yawn. “Joey, buddy, let me grab you some pillows and a blanket. You can crash on the couch.” I point to the bed in the jail cell and back at the couch. “Would you like the couch?” I ask. “Ah, yeah man. The couch is great….
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Sariel looks down, away from my eyes, and very slowly lets out some words: “Sam … you … ah … you weren’t put in a grave. I mean, I wasn’t here, but I think you forgot yourself. We can talk about that later.” Sariel’s hand is still in mine, and her eyes slowly come up…
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“Sam. This cabin belonged to your dad. You found out about it when he died. That was fairly recent,” Sariel says. “Well, why is there a jail cell?” “Your dad was always a bad person. He was shitty to you, abused you as a child and eventually left your mom for another woman. He was…
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I see a foot enter the door. It’s small and narrow. “Sam, uh – this is really weird Sam. What’s going on here?” a woman with black hair and blue eyes says, as she stares, a deep and intense stare at Joey’s hairy butt crack. I lift myself off of Joey, stand up and ask…
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Joey walks off to the washroom. Several cups of kombucha and vodka will do that to you, and now that he’s broken the seal, it’ll be nothing but walking back and forth for the rest of the night. Tulsa begins wagging her tale and getting all excited. She’s jumping up at the door. At first…
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I open up my wallet, look at my ID, and say: “Joey, look at this man. I am Sam.” “Yeah, I know,” he says. “You knew who I was all along?” “Yeah. I am sorry about. I had your wallet. I had to check man.” “Oh, buddy that hurts. You knew who I was this…
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I know that if I wasn’t drunk right now, I would be really really angry with Joey. There are guys who get mad, fight, yell, and break things when they are drunk. They are the “mean” drunks. I’m not that guy. When sober, I can be brought to the point where I yell, but only…
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