I have a lot of medical bills. I have a lot of medical bills and a lot of insurance paperwork and a lot of paystubs, and it’s year end, I’m trying to get organized. I pull out my filer that I haven’t used in ages, and I start to whittle down the crap I can... Continue Reading →
Nineteen
The first time I heard this song, you were stretched out on your back in the emptied out shell of Charlie’s van. The three of us had stayed out all night, and come sun up, bleary-eyed and drunk on adventure, you were driving me back to my dorm room. Lying down in the spot where... Continue Reading →
Shots.
The shot glass from France was stolen along with my passport. Also with all of my makeup, and my favorite dress. The shot glass from London was mostly dissolved when a well meaning college roommate soaked it in boiling hot water along with the rest of the crusty dishes in the common room. Even my... Continue Reading →