Life

Making a sale an hour here. Writing helps to highlight the oppressiveness of time. Don’t get me wrong, I know that things could be much worse. But this isn’t exactly pleasure central. Even though I’ve got my own music streaming all around me, it’s the cameras, the surveilling nature of my boss, that really weighs on me. I know that I’ve talked about…

aBigot Head

“… speaking of your grandmother like that all aggressive-like.. Hekaet.. shouldn’t be so funny” ,the younger boy looks up to the bigger person, Hekaet, trying to respond to his delirious attention he put on his grandma a minute ago. They had just entered the kitchen to grab some of the food she prepared…

Chocolate bars

Spent a few hours in the ER tonight, family doctor hadn’t responded to the pharmacy’s request for a refills on my amlodipine and gabapentin. I need to find another primary doctor office, stop going to that clinic now that I have medicaid and they’re not my only option.

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The roommate has to pee, little reminders that this place isn’t mine, not my domain, never truly alone. Warm bath couch haven misplaced dreamstates standing still water. Cold feet, dripping water on the tiles, standing at my door feet marching on carpet until he’s done, cracking bedroom door and wondering how much…

The next day, I take my coffee black. It’s what I can do to chill the turkey. Mainly though, it is the thought of drinking hormone fluid out of a cow’s blistered bleeding nipple that keeps me away, still eating meat even though it is a horrid, gruesome concept. Perhaps not so many frozen chicken fingers, but anytime we go out, I’m getting the chicken…

The thing is that I am normal. Life being the outrageous one. It should be difficult for anybody to face. As a writer I don’t want to dumb down these opened nerves that I’ve got taking in my environment. They’ve taken a long time to develop, like a heightened sense of touch.

Everything is upsetting me now. I’m in a real bad mood. I don’t know if it stems from this back pain or if that is simply a gauge indicating the state of my temperament. The neighbors have a bag of trash sitting in the hallway outside our door. It smells like perfumed cat crap. The schmig is dead and I don’t have the patience to let it charge. The…

I don’t want her to go to sleep, but she’s doing it. The sadness setting deeper in to the night which is entering its next phase. My next shift that much closer. My mother and Lilli’s birthday both coming to a close.

It’s only nine o’clock, which is a good thing. This like some sort of extended session of this portion of the…