Track Three

The hot chocolate wasn’t actually hot. It was more like chocolate water put in the microwave for thirty seconds. It also had a funky, metallic aftertaste, like it’d been microwaved in a can and the can had caught fire and melted a little. But the whipped cream made it drinkable. … More Track Three

Track Two

I couldn’t help but see the elevator as very smug and quite pleased with itself, as if it had something to do with everything that had just happened. I decided it was allowed to believe that, and said a quiet “thank you” to it as we got on. … More Track Two

Some days, though…

Good grief. Anyone else clinging to each day by their fingernails, feeling like every morning is torture? Anyone else gotten super great at hiding how crappy they feel, so no one around them has any clue how much pain they’re in? You’re not alone. I’m with you. It’s rough, man. I am doing literally EVERYTHING … More Some days, though…