Every night when I crawl into bed I close my eyes and pretend I’m in my old room at the beach. I don’t think this is healthy. I don’t care. Three months ago I cleaned my way out the back door, stood up and paused with my hand on the knob. I couldn’t bring myself to do it and sat back down, staring into the empty kitchen. How did this happen? I knew when I stood up it would be the…
Chris (reading sign): Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow and FANTASY. Me: Scott Speedman must be in there. ————— Last week Chris and I went to Disneyland to exhaust his niece and nephew. I’m not much of a rides person but do love a Dole Whip, a churro and sometimes even a janky pretzel (no plastic cheese please). So basically I go to Disneyland for the food. And the headgear. Before we’d even left the…
I was about to make a left on Temple when Richard Marx came on. “Damn Angelia, it’s been too long,” I said out loud turning up the volume as the light turned yellow, then red, and I pulled to a stop. For a second it was 1987, summer, and I could feel a warm breeze on my face. Then a skateboard hit the pavement snapping me out of it and two guys in their 20’s zoomed in front of my…
I haven’t written here for awhile because my aunt passed away suddenly and all I want to do is curl up in a ball and die, cry, lie in bed and be alone. I suppose this is the grieving process. I thought about including a picture of her, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Something about it feels cheap and contrived. I don’t want strangers looking at her, this person who meant so much to me but nothing to them.…