He was as southern boy as a southern boy gets, gay as all get out, but loved women so much he still slept with them. We met in film school. He wore daisy dukes with cowboy boots and colorful glasses, drove a convertible red Mustang, chewed gum, smoked cigarettes, and blasted Britney Spears. His accent … Continue reading Film School Friend
Category: ADDICTION
Anarchist Part 1
The other day an overly "confident" acquaintance began spewing unprompted about how proud they are about what Trump is doing. The Gemini bitch in me began to purr and lick her chops. Calm down kitty, no need to play with your food, you're not even hungry. People like this all look the same to me … Continue reading Anarchist Part 1
The Hoarder
Her son was a metalhead. He was bald, with a long beard, and wore Sepultura and Dying Fetus shirts. We were "friends" by default through work and other random connections. Although we were the same age, he was technically my boss. So, when he'd asked me to go to lunch, I always agreed. I'd awkwardly … Continue reading The Hoarder
All Evil Empires Must Fall
Trump was shot at today during a rally. My intuition going on high alert, saying something feels off. Photos not matching videos and visa versa per usual. I know this will be great for his election. The Democratic Party is falling apart as it should. The Republican Party is falling apart as it should. I … Continue reading All Evil Empires Must Fall
Can’t Afford Nothing Anymore
Yesterday, we planted trees on our property in the pines. I can't wait to see these babies 30 years from now. In a world addicted to instant gratification, it feels weird to think this far ahead, and I think that's why we are in such big trouble. Even if I'm not on Earth to enjoy … Continue reading Can’t Afford Nothing Anymore
Old Friend
I hadn't seen her in a long time, so we made a date to catch up at a new bar in north Austin. We grew up together raising hell, but we both settled down after her rehab and my new admittance to university. Not that she was worse off, I had spent my time in … Continue reading Old Friend
Sliding Scale Therapy
"I wasn't sure you were coming today," she was startled at the site of me when she rushed past with a bowl full of chili. Smelt good. "Margaret, just ring me when she's done paying and we can get started," she winked at me. I missed my last appointment and I don't blame her for … Continue reading Sliding Scale Therapy
Scotch
My head pounded from the scotch when he called me at dawn. I wished it were one of those mornings that I woke still drunk, thinking I’d fooled the booze. Not today. "I’ve fallen in love with someone," his voice was deep and stern. As if this hangover couldn’t get worse. I thought about rather … Continue reading Scotch
Xanax Mom
I wasn't surprised when I heard she'd burnt down the house. She's been on Xanax for as long as I can remember. I sat in the waiting room while they looked up her room number, she only suffered minor injuries. My neighbor saw smoke and carried her out of the house before it completely went up … Continue reading Xanax Mom
CONVERSATIONS WITH ASSHOLES 