The Long Way Home

The one block left before our turn stretches out before me like a pirate’s plank, and the more I try to convince myself that everything’s okay, the more I feel like I’m going to be fed to the fishes. The food coma has overtaken my girlfriend at this point and she sits in the passenger seat with her eyes closed. I contemplate turning into our complex, but the possibility of us being murdered is too much to bear. As long as we’re in the car, we’re safe.

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FirsT1Date

I glance inside the restaurant. Everyone looks so warm. Couples smile between bites of pasta and sips of wine. I envy how easy dating used to be. Before I had to research every restaurant I took a girl to. Before I had to scrutinize the staff about each of the ingredients they used in making their “signature sauce”. Before I had to escape to the bathroom just as our meal arrived to inject insulin. Before every meal was a dance with death.

Dreams & The Somewhere In Between

There’s a point in every dream where you should realize you’re sleeping. It’s the moment when verisimilitude transforms into full blown fantasy. When everything in your brain should be screaming, “THIS CAN’T BE FUCKING REAL!” It’s when you figure out the hole you’ve fallen into is never ending, or the wolf chasing you stands upright …

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