I sat in my seventh grade math class, ignoring my cigarette and coffee fire-breathing algebra teacher, and used a Sharpie to ink a faux Nike swoosh tattoo on my right ankle. I proclaimed to my […]
Category: About Me
On The Day I was Born
I may not remember the day I was born, but I distinctly remember my twelfth birthday. First and foremost, I remember the hot sting of my older brother’s hand across my backside. Twelve smacks. “One […]
If It Were Easy…
“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a […]
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