Strange that I've never created a bucket list before. Even as I am preparing to write this I am uncertain of what it is I would like to do before I die. On a lot of the bucket lists I've seen, either online or on t.v shows, they all seem to have a common theme. … Continue reading Before I die.
Waiting for her to come outside, I stand between two sets of three-story apartment buildings scrolling through my phone, just one of the many nervous habits of mine. A peanut butter and chocolate colored chihuahua on the second floor patio above me has been barking the entire time I've been here and I can understand … Continue reading Writing Prompt: Take us through a written walk down your street and to your favorite place through the eyes of somebody else.
I miss packing a fresh pack and using the little gold line to open them. I miss the burst of tobacco and mint fragrance that emerges from the box as soon as you flip the top, and the small struggle to wiggle the first stick loose from the rest of its friends. I miss the … Continue reading I need a cigarette
I made it to Walter’s office early for our meeting. He had already skipped out on the first two appointments I had made with him but this one, I felt like he’d keep. He couldn’t flake this time. Especially not after getting the email I'd sent him the last time he’d left me sitting in his … Continue reading Coffee Chapter 7: Gabrielle
This isn't one of those intentionally facetious titles that trick you into opening an article. I'm not about to go into some deeply philosophical shit about facing past traumas or anything like that. The title is literal as fuck. I had been doing so well with running and training for my 5k. I was eating … Continue reading I stopped running