two days ago i was waiting for the G8. traffic was collecting on rhode island and north capitol, as traffic tends to do at 930 on a wednesday. a large black suburban leading a funeral procession made a right onto rhode island. when it nearly rear ended an ambulance, the procession came to a halt, and traffic paused. i stood in the bus shelter ( Read more... )

When I was diagnosed, I had all the hope in the world. But on the 12th visit of my seventh year, after the doctor told me there was little he could do, I elected to end my own life. Neatly. Institutionally. With my signature at the bottom of a page, the hour was set ( Read more... )