I burped up the last of my steak and potatoes. A good, hearty, Irish meal. I could taste a hint of blood in the gaseous escape. An art I had perfected many times over ( Read more... )

Your squishy face ( Read more... )

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I am loved.
I don't have friends, only family.

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I. It is within the mechanical workings of a heart that barely beats without a dose of reality and some complimentary caffeine, that she knows I am a good person ( Read more... )

I would have tried to jump the pickup over the median, but it is my father's and I didn't want to leave him with a big bill.
(the city of boston is hard on the uninsured)
selfish vehicular homicide.
A give and take between my life or rubber and steel. I guess I thought we were both equally important since I'm sitting here typing, and Ma. plates are ( Read more... )

It was on the flight home from Los Angeles, that god damned city of god damned ( Read more... )