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)”
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The Knuckle Saloon (Book Part 21)
Previous Jason and I visit a t-shirt vendor outside the Easy Rider. We browse up and down rows of neatly folded t-shirts in the open air. Here or there, I pause to touch a piece of fabric or pick one up to get a closer look, but the price tag is outside of my budget,Continue reading “The Knuckle Saloon (Book Part 21)”
Making Memories of Us (Book Part 20)
Previous Jason routes us to a food truck when I mention I’m hungry. “There’s a tater tot burrito I get. It’s the only thing worth getting.” I pay more than I’d like for food that’s meh at best, but like my Dad says, “It’ll make a poop.” Jason follows up the food with a two-for-oneContinue reading “Making Memories of Us (Book Part 20)”
The Sturgis Scoop (Book Part 18)
Previous “I didn’t know there was a cost,” I say, standing on the stoop with my new biker friends, not wanting to appear ungrateful. “I’m on a road trip and staying in my car to save money. Last night, I was camping in Wyoming, and a man told me this was happening. So I –.” “Wait!Continue reading “The Sturgis Scoop (Book Part 18)”
Living After Loss (Book Part 12)
Previous I wake up groggy and disoriented. The family has gone, and the sun is lower in the sky. With thoughts on my mind, I grab my journal and pen and start to write. “The sound of a crackling fire mimics the breeze brushing gently against the leaves. The breeze picks up to the wind,Continue reading “Living After Loss (Book Part 12)”
Under the Surface (Book Part 11)
Previous I walk up the sidewalk, the same one I’d mindlessly been up thousands of times. Like a dream, the familiarity and comfort splinters; I’m Alice inside the looking glass. Up is down, but with a directive: Say goodbye. Through the ajar front door, I walk. Down the eight-foot brick entry. Into a much too-litContinue reading “Under the Surface (Book Part 11)”
The Spot (Book Part 10)
Previous My mom had the most shiny, reddish-auburn hair you’d ever seen. In her senior high school photo, it flowed elegantly down her mid-back, parted precisely in the middle, and draped over her shoulder. Beauty was a family trait extending to her younger sisters, known as “The four Alexander girls,” whose house on Carriage LaneContinue reading “The Spot (Book Part 10)”
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