There was a time in my life when a handful of opiates and a bottle of something bitter would have swiftly drowned out the anxiety-inducing howls of a society on the brink of cannibalism. Fortunately, or unfortunately, I’ve achieved a level of sobriety that no longer allows for such escapades. So, in place of this,Continue reading “Thursday morning reflections over cold coffee.”
My room at the first house I rented with friends. Death was turned away at the door of that abode so often that he simply stopped visiting. However, I do believe that he then stole our mail frequently.