I am sitting in the passenger’s seat of my mother’s Honda Civic. It’s 5am, and she’s driving me in the dark to the marathon I’m about to run. I’ll be running 26.2 miles today, and we’re both antsy as hell to get to the start, to get there on time. And I just want to …
I got me some angry scars on my arms. Thick lines that show the world how I used to take a razor to my arm. Not the most uplifting subject matter, but it’s the way in which I learned how to get over it that got me here, continuing on with this living. There are …
I’m sixteen years old and on my way to meet the woman who will become my first girlfriend. I met her online and hope that this woman isn’t really some fifty-year-old creep of a dude just trying to meet up with some teenage dyke. It’s June in Texas, the hot summer already taking over. I …
