Liquid Courage (Book Part 22)

Previous I have a leftover baggie of cocaine in the cup holder in my car. The image is a spotlight that illuminates the darkness in my mind. Gone is the pressure of not knowing what to do. To Jason, I simply say, “You ready to go? I am.” He chugs the rest of the drinkContinue reading “Liquid Courage (Book Part 22)”

Tragic Realities

The person I want to be listens to NPR. “Make love not war” and “Send nudes, not nukes” buttons adorn her green Smithsonian tote bag as she attends peace rallies, fighting for an idealistic stance on peace. But in reality, I cry. Exiting toward Southcenter Blvd after a 35-minute drive north on I-5, I’m maxedContinue reading “Tragic Realities”