I operate at a high bit rate—but the fact that hummingbirds operate at a thousand speeds faster means that when I watch them, I relax. Their energy—back and forth, face and fight, in and out for sips, and gone again—becomes something I can hitch my wagon to. I ride along with them, then unhitch, slamContinue reading “Somatic Marker Hypothesis”
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A Broken Promise (Book Part 23)
Previous A too-warm tent and Harley’s revving wake me. I’m groggy but rested and pull out my phone. 7:00 AM. All at once, the night whooshes in—the texts I didn’t reply to, and Jason. I halfway expect a motionless camp, but as I unzip a small section, I see and wave to two of theContinue reading “A Broken Promise (Book Part 23)”
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)”
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)”
Meeting Jim (Book Part 6)
Previous For the thousandth time, my thoughts demand I turn back to the safety of my car, but to turn back now would make my car a prison of social awkwardness. With each step, fuzzy details become more precise: the windblownness of his thick salt and pepper hair, the neatly tucked white T-shirt into blueContinue reading “Meeting Jim (Book Part 6)”
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