During the holiday of their second year, they were nineteen. He was celebrating finally being allowed to drive the old Land Rover his father once used. After dinner he drove her home.

Joseph was my internship advisor at a public access TV station in Berkeley

The first night I slept with R, he took Viagra and Adderall. He treated me to the sex marathon of my dreams and instantly cemented himself as the man at the top of my roster.

The nurse added that she hoped she had thwarted another outbreak of STDs, unlike their nursing home competitor in town.

They called it the ‘tip of the spear.’ China in the east, North Korea not far.

On the anniversary of the worst day of my life I was finally able to let go of a burden I have been carrying for more than a year. I am free, I’m not fucking crazy, there is love in my heart, and sweet gentleness in my soul.

My girl smells like maple syrup and hay.

Our social circles had overlapped for more than a decade. To everyone here, I was first an old acquaintance, a fixed figure of their long past. Not the person I was today.

There is a rooster tail of snow and ice behind it, and the roar of the engine enters my chest before he reaches me.

I understand.

Really, I do. I've heard enough compliments to recognize the attraction I carry behind me. I can see why you needed to reach out and grab hold, like a mirage that might disappear as I

Sometimes, I find myself fantasizing, in a dissociative state where Everything Everywhere All at Once is not just a movie but a real possibility

“Björk.”

“That explains it.”

Loving Someone with Borderline Personality Disorder instructs you to maintain boundaries

The nineteen year olds in the grocery section who tell me I look like Wednesday are yelling into their walkie talkies. 

Every morning I’d wake up, walk to Target and take a hangover dump in their nice clean bathroom

She had sent me a video of herself in the bath listening to Elvis, and I watched that over and over.

You harness the light like the love of a good horse, your word is law among the stars and the sand, patron saint of all things misunderstood in the daytime.

Sitting in his gold Toyota listening to old metal. He turned down The Accused to tell me about his diagnosis.

I met the man who would become my Uncle through an insane-clown-posse-adjacent dishwasher coworker who wanted us to star in his uncomfortably misogynistic Instagram horror movie.

I had just moved

I looked him up on Instagram. The only thing publicly linked to him was a photo of his smiling face in the cockpit of a 737, posted by the National Gay Pilots Association from 2020.

With a spoon, I am turning you away.

There was a guy called PixelMoth13 on a late-night forum saying, “Love is a wound that repeatedly tears and stitches itself back together.” I clicked like.

The snow is falling in big chunks, disguising the somber gray of the neighborhood I hate, Bushwick. I thought it’d grow on me by now, our second winter here; it hasn’t. On the street below is a bright

I got a tattoo on my ass at her behest.

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During my last couple of years in Spain, things—how shall we say?—spun out of control. It was like getting tossed by one of those huge ferocious Northern Californian waves that tumbles you, holds